The initial instinct is to blame the Phillies. They’re the ones that thought it was a good idea to invite the creep while honoring the 1980 World Series team. To fete the guy who they had to uninvite in a similar spot a few years ago because he got accused of statutory rape.
But doing that would oversimplify Pete Rose’s disgusting and embarrassing Sunday at the ballpark.
Nostalgia is a hell of a drug. That’s why droves of people keep lining up in Cooperstown and Las Vegas and in convention halls coast to coast to pay money for Rose’s signature.