Pete Rose had left the hometown Cincinnati Reds to sign with the Philadelphia Phillies as a free agent before the 1979 season. For a regional sports audience, this was not an event to be confused with, say, the Timberwolves trading Karl-Anthony Towns.
This was trauma.
“It was like the world had ended around here,” said Hal McCoy, a Hall of Fame honoree as a long-time Reds beat writer for the Dayton (Ohio) Daily News. “Pete was the hometown kid who had been the spark plug of the Big Red Machine. People could not believe this was happening.”
Rose had played with the Reds for 16 seasons and was turning 38. The four-year contract called for $3.225 million and Rose said, famously:
“That’s so much money that a show horse couldn’t jump over it.”
Those making occasional visits to Cooperstown, N.Y., on Hall of Fame weekends in recent decades who saw Pete tucked away next to a building on the main street, signing anything put in front of him for a price, can speculate that the taxable $3.225 million didn’t go nearly as far as Rose initially speculated.
Rose was in Cooperstown again late in July, signing, but not smiling. Turned out, his health was waning. He was found dead at age 83 on Monday at his home in Las Vegas.
Anyone choosing to do so can offer snide remarks on what Pete would become after being banned from organized baseball for gambling on Reds games in August 1989. What cannot be argued is that any ballplayer created the same maximum out of minimal physical gifts as did Rose.