|3 strikes, you're out
||[Jan. 10th, 2004|05:07 pm]
One of the important abilities in life is the ability to decide what is important to you and determine what you are willing to do to get that important thing.
It's easy to say something is important. It's even common to believe yourself when you say that something is important. But unless you are willing to act on that knowledge, then your words and your beliefs are meaningless. The thing is only something you believe should be important. And there is a big difference.
And so we come to Pete Rose, former hero of the Cincinnati Reds and one of the finest ball players of all time. A man whose memory is forever defaced by his own addiction to gambling. For years, Rose has insisted that, more than anything, he wanted to be reinstated in baseball and inducted into the Hall of Fame. At last, that opportunity appeared to be on the horizon. Talks were underway with the Commissioner of Baseball, and Rose had made the first and most painful step: admitting that he had gambled on baseball, had gambled on the Reds (though never against them), and that he had a gambling addiction. For a while, it seemed true that nothing mattered more to Rose than forgiveness and an invitation back into the light.
But something is more important to Pete Rose. Gambling. In the news today, Rose's beligerent insistence that he sees no reason to quit gambling. With an Eric Cartman belligerence, Rose is tellng baseball and America, "I can do what I want!"
Rose doesn't really want back into baseball. He would like to be back, like to be in the Hall of Fame, and it's great if someone wants to give it to him. But it's not his priority. Not when he can't even pretend that gambling isn't the center of his existence.
Rose was a hero of mine, once. I'm one of the people who was looking forward to his return. But not like this. Sorry, Pete. You've lost my vote.