Happy 70th Birthday to Pete Rose. You may not be the brightest guy or the best gambler or the best person at handling public relations, but you were damn fun to watch play baseball. Hopefully you can work out your differences with the powers-that-be so that you can take your place in Cooperstown.
As a side note, in I believe 1984, my dad found one of these 1964 Pete Rose baseball cards in the bank barn at my grandpa's farm where he grew up, along with a Sandy Koufax and a Juan Marichal. I thought that was awesome.
The one he found has more dirt and fly poop on it than this one.
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