It’s looking grim for Pete Rose as an inductee into Cooperstown.
ESPN reported on June 22, 2015 that documents archived from a raid at a bookie’s home tie Rose to gambling on baseball while he was still a player:
The documents are copies of pages from a notebook seized from the home of former Rose associate Michael Bertolini during a raid by the U.S. Postal Inspection Service in October 1989, nearly two months after Rose was declared permanently ineligible by Major League Baseball. Their authenticity has been verified by two people who took part in the raid, which was part of a mail fraud investigation and unrelated to gambling. For 26 years, the notebook has remained under court-ordered seal and is currently stored in the National Archives’ New York office, where officials have declined requests to release it publicly.
These documents show a pattern of betting activity by Rose as a player; previously, he had admitted that he only bet on games as a manager- never as a player.
This appears to be the final nail in the Rose coffin.
Case closed. No more appeals. No more complaining that he deserves a second chance.
I despised him as a player because he was so good–I was a Pirates’ fan. Firery, fierce, driven, obnoxious. The first singles hitter to make $100,000 a year.
But his addiction to gambling was stronger than his love of the game. A sickness he couldn’t control. This saga has come to a sad, pathetic end.
Ironically, he now spends his day in Las Vegas, signing aotugraphs and hanging around casinos–an outcast.