Mark Whicker: Pete Rose belongs in Cooperstown 

"Pete Rose lived long enough to watch baseball embrace its own hypocrisy, to watch baseball make peace with Draft Kings and FanDuel right out there in the sunshine, without splitting up cash in back alleys, misbehaving in the open just as he did.

The irony didn’t feel like triumph to him, because he was too plugged into his own situation. He wasn’t a Big Picture guy. Again, in July, he was selling his autographs in a narrow warren off Main Street in Cooperstown, maybe a couple of ground-rule doubles away from the Hall of Fame, where he belonged. He also outlived much of the Rose Generation."

Read More