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The International Writers Magazine -REALITY CHECK with James Campion
BY ANY OTHER NAME
Pete Rose 14 Years Too Late
• James Campion
realitycheck@jamescampion.comRegardless of his vehement denials since, it was that signature which effectively ended his association with the only profession he’d known. A more incriminating piece of evidence for his crime is hard to fathom.
But we needed to hear it from him, didn’t we. All the while it was "as long as Rose admits to it, he will be forgiven, allowed back into the game and eligible for the long-awaited trip to baseball’s Hall of Fame." Inexplicably we were supposed to believe that it was Rose’s obstinate claims of "innocent victim" that made him the game’s villain, not compromising the integrity of his sport by blatantly ignoring Rule 21 in the first place.
Prominently displayed in both English and Spanish on every Major League Baseball clubhouse door, it states: "Any player, umpire or club or league official or employee who shall bet any sum whatsoever upon any baseball games in connection with which the bettor has a duty to perform shall be declared permanently ineligible." And so now 14 years later The Non-Story Story finally ends The Pete Rose Betting On Baseball Controversy, which was only a controversy for Rose, those on his payroll, the sycophantic nerds who chant "Charlie Hustle!" over reams of incriminating evidence, and hordes of sports media drones who despise baseball’s all-time hit king regardless.
Oh, and by the way, this latest Non-Revelation Revelation is presented in Rose’s new autobiography, "My Prison Without Bars", (his third such attempt) excerpts of which now appears everywhere.
To wit: --"Yes, sir, I did bet on baseball," Rose told commissioner Bud Selig during a meeting in November 2002 about Rose's lifetime ban. "How often?" Selig asked.
"Four or five times a week," Rose replied. "But I never bet against my own team, and I never made any bets from the clubhouse."
"Why?" Selig asked.
"I didn't think I'd get caught."
Only Pete Rose, the most pathetically unabashed self-promoting memorabilia monger alive would finally admit to something any clear-thinking human has known for nearly 15 years in a format you have to purchase.
Pete Rose bet on baseball.
Everyone knows this. Jesus, my mother knows this and when not completely ignoring it as a rule, considers baseball the pastime of slobbering Jackanapes.
Sports Illustrated, which plasters this Non-Story Story all over its cover this week printed betting slips next to dozens of witness testimonies in its 8/31/89 issue. I know this because I kept that issue anxiously waiting the inevitable day when this strutting ass would level his Clintonian mia culpa for profit and a smooth entry into baseball’s Hall of Fame.
And with two years left in his eligibility and a lucrative book deal to hawk, Rose now blurts out what everyone already knew. The white elephant lives! At this point you would not be wrong to ask: "If this is such a Non-Story Story, why the hell are you writing about it?" To which I might answer: "I assure you, the irony is not lost on me." First of all, the truth is I have always hated Pete Rose. From Ray Fosse to Buddy Harrelson to all that fabricated All-American go-getter tripe, the way he abused one of the finest writers of my generation, Roger Kahn in his last autobiographical swindle, "Pete Rose - My Story" and the way his recalcitrant front man Gary Spicer ducked me in an interview request with a series of parameters and time constraints that eventually cost me money and pissed me off to no end.
Also, this particular Non-Story Story has been a favorite of mine since embarking on my professional foray into sports reporting during the 1989 baseball season, during which I inadvertently uncovered that an alarming number of people corroborated Rose’s frenzied gambling and was more than eager to chat about it. It turns out, despite his recent literary conciliation, Rose indeed used the clubhouse phone to make bets on games in which he managed. And to a man (and woman) not one of these people could believe for half a second that his managing of those games was not affected by his having action on it, whether or not it was on his own team or not. The way he set up his pitching for the week, how he used his bullpen on "bet nights" and everything in between. And this skewed idea that Rose floats in the book that "baseball had no fancy rehab for gamblers like they do for drug addicts" is specious simply because while drug abuse compromises an individual’s ability to play the game, gambling on a contest you have stake in and control over compromises the integrity of the game and cannot be ignored.
Gambling nearly destroyed professional baseball in 1919 and its no-toleration policy is not only non-debatable, but also paramount for the business’ survival. As my baseball guru, Pedro B. recently reminded me, you can get away with just about anything in baseball, drug abuse, wife beating, overt racism, public drunkenness, pitching perfect games on acid, illegal campaign contributions and mob pay-offs, jacking yourself up on so much steroids as to make the statistical bell curve, but YOU CANNOT GAMBLE ON THE GAME.
But hey, I know the real story is that Rose is finally uttering the words he swore he would never utter, and made a boisterous point everywhere he could against uttering, trashing credible people like former baseball commissioner, Fay Vincent and his investigator, John Down along the merry way. And I know as well as anyone that smug liars sublimating their considerable egos in front of talk-show hosts is the American orgasm. We can’t get enough of this shit.
So now commissioner, Bud Selig must decide if one of the all-time greats of the game gets a pass after pissing on its most sacred rule and then lying to anyone within earshot about it, because as pithy baseball columnist, Bill Madden recently put it; "if this were some .220-hitting utility infielder who bet on baseball we wouldn't be having this debate."
© James Campion
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