Yeah I remember that. I had an uncle who as a teenager had played with or against Pete Rose, and at least in my uncle’s mind they were on good terms. He took me to that fence the players would walk by during Rose’s rookie year, when I’d have been about seven or eight saying, “I want to introduce you to a big leaguer.” Rose walks by, my uncle says, “hey Pete, remember me? Say hello to my nephew.” Rose shoots us a dismissive glance, says “I ain’t got time for that shit” and keeps walking. My uncle of course was humiliated and enraged, starts cursing Rose and trying to climb the fence to get at him. Luckily, my father was with us, who never had that much patience with mom’s little brother’s antics anyway, and he pulled him away. Good times.
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