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I feel fortunate to have lived through the Big Red Machine days and experienced what I haven't witnessed since. My God, Pete, Tony, Little Joe, Johnny, Davie, George, Ken (His Royal Gorgeousness), Cesar. Good old Riverfront Stadium. It brings tears to my eyes just thinking about those glorious days. Sadly, they'll never come again. Someone mentioned 110% and that is exactly what Pete gave. I can still see him, batting glove sticking out of his pocket, sliding head first into those bases. They don't make 'em like that anymore. I haven't watched baseball for any length of time for years. Too much spitting and not enough action. As a person, I wouldn't give a dime for Pete Rose, but as a baseball player, he was magnificent. I still say that gambling addiction is supposed to be a disease. If that is so, then Pete had a disease and that should not keep him out of the Hall of Fame. I, too, think the fans should have a say in whether Pete Rose gets in. He'd be in... in a New York minute. My fear is that Pete (and quite possibly my husband and I) will pass on before the issue is ever settled and we won't see #14 where he belongs. Breaks my heart.
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