Tuesday, January 06, 2004

I confess, now let me in

In a perfectly orchestrated media campaign that ties in nicely with Baseball Hall of Fame Balloting, a magazine spread in Sports Illustrated, and a forthcoming book ("My Prison Without Bars"), Gamblin' Man Pete Rose confesses to, well, gambling. Since time is running short for the all time hits leader to be enshrined at the living tomb in Cooperstown, NY (Verbal Jazz refuses to explain the scenarios which would allow Rose to be inducted into that institution that refuses to support the First Amendment), Rose figured that the gig was up and he may as well max out on PR while making his bid for the hall. Verbal Jazz has no problem with Rose being in the Hall of Fame, especially since a genuine "major league a**hole" (to borrow the President's description of NY Times columnist Adam Clymer in 2000) like Ty Cobb graces the place. That said, how could any self-respecting baseball team hire Rose as a manager after so many years of denial? As any baseball fan saw last year, the Cincinnati Reds have ceased to be a self-respecting baseball team, so they would be first in line as long as Rose's presence in the dugout guaranteed ticket sales. But that is mere speculation.

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