Here you go.

go.

go. Hit King. That's the Nothing Personal Word of the Day. It is Tuesday, October 1st,

2004, and we are starting with Pete Rose, died yesterday at 83 years old,

and it has spawned a renewed debate about his life, his legacy, his ineligibility for the Hall of Fame,

something that has talked about within the commissioner's office more often than you'd believe

at owners meetings at front offices during games.

Spend 16 years watching every home game with Tony Perez, got a chance to spend some time

with Pete Rose.

I want to start.

Boy, we could have started with dolphins.

We could have started with the Kembe Matumbo.

We could have started with the fact that Major League Baseball playoffs start today.

We are starting with Pete Rose.

Pete Rose died at 83 yesterday and everyone is talking only about the

Hall of Fame. I want to talk about Pete Rose the player and Morne, Pete Rose the player and the type of player that doesn't exist anymore.

It was channeled a bit through Eichiro, who is the other greatest hitter I ever saw.

Pete Rose ended his career. He played for over two decades. An MVP winner, a World Series MVP winner.

An all-star 17 times. Over over 4200 hits hit streaks play different positions

Pete Rose embodied what we all wanted to be as baseball players and what we all wanted

to have on our team as baseball players. The conversations I had with Pete Rose were about baseball, about not the love of the game, which he loved, but about what it is to be a successful baseball player. The image of him running over the

catcher in an all-star game, the image of him diving head-first in the air into a

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