After 13 years of denial (in my house it was called lying), Pete Rose can say "I did it" and "I'm sorry" and is back in baseball. I don't care about the gambling. What bothers me is that he's been lying about it for so long. It's not about the gambling at all anymore. But maybe that's just me.
And if Rose gets into the Hall of Fame, I'm going to scream at the top of my virtual lungs until Shoeless Joe is cleared and takes his rightful place in Cooperstown. (btw, if you've never been and you care even a little about baseball, a trip to the HOF is a must.)
Given what we know now, all the evidence proves that Joe Jackson did nothing to earn the money the Black Sox got for throwing those games. He accepted the money because that's what he was told to do and that pig Commiskey (like most other owners) paid them barely enough to live on. If we can "forgive" Rose for lying and gambling, Jackson's "ban for life" should be lifted at the same time.
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