This is not a joke. It’s very, very serious.
At the Cincinnati home opener yesterday, Pete Rose popped up wearing what seems to be the leather bomber equivalent of a Coogi sweater. It’s not exactly public-rehabilitation attire—in fact, it looks like it was lifted from the liner notes of Ready to Die. But if he’s trying to age into a role as baseball’s gangsterish, vaguely creepy uncle, he nailed it.
—R.B.
—R.B.
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