What’s Pete Rose Gotta Do To Earn His Due?

Imagine betting on your own team to win and being blacklisted for life, while actual garbage fires in cleats get enshrined in bronze like they cured cancer. Pete Rose has more hits than a Metallica tour, but yeah—let’s clutch our pearls over a gambling scandal from the Reagan administration.

Meanwhile, over in the moral integrity wasteland known as the actual Hall of Fame, we’ve got:

•Ty Cobb: A racist psychopath who once beat a disabled heckler half to death. In the Hall.

•Lawrence Taylor: One of the greatest linebackers ever… also a frequent flyer in hookers and cocaine. In the Hall.

•Michael Irvin: Cocaine charges, assault allegations? No biggie. Get a load of that gold jacket, baby!

•Mike Tyson: Convicted rapist. Has a statue in Las Vegas and a damn cartoon series.

•Ray Lewis: Oh, just a double murder suspect. But hey, Super Bowl ring! In the Hall.

But Pete Rose? The guy who played harder than your dad wishes he loved you? Who turned every game into a war zone with a headfirst slide? Nah. He gambled. BAN HIM FOREVER.

Newsflash, Cooperstown: If character mattered, your building would be emptier than the Oakland A’s stadium. This isn’t about integrity. It’s about some crusty old MLB execs needing a scapegoat to look like they had morals back in the day.

Pete Rose isn’t just worthy of the Hall of Fame—he is the damn benchmark. You don’t erase baseball’s all-time hit leader because he liked to spice up his weekends with a little Vegas flavor. You want to talk purity? He never juiced. He never phoned it in. He just won.

Put him in the Hall already. Or rename it the Hall of Hypocrisy and give everyone a participation trophy for “Trying Really Hard Not to Be Pete.”

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