Pete Rose never goes away. He’s still here in body, of course, now 82, surely this very second signing everything in sight at a memorabilia show in a medium-size convention hall somewhere across this great land, telling whoever’s willing to pay him a few bucks how Major League Baseball should reverse his lifetime ban from the sport, laid down 35 years ago for gambling on his own team. Mr. Rose reapplies to the commissioner every few years, gets rebuffed, and then just dusts himself off and tries again.
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