For Pete Rose (1941-2024), the Hustle Has Finally Ended

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Pete Rose died on Monday at his home in Las Vegas, closing the book on an 83-year life that included an incredible, record-setting 24-year major league career that was soon followed by three and a half decades of wandering in a desert of his own making. Handed down by commissioner Bart Giamatti in 1989, his permanent banishment from organized baseball for gambling — a prohibition that dates back to predecessor Judge Kenesaw Mountain Landis’ effort to clean up the game in the wake of the 1919 “Black Sox” scandal — prevented the all-time leader in hits and games played from cementing his legacy with enshrinement in the Hall of Fame, and from working within baseball in any capacity.

Backed by a sizable contingent of admirers and apologists — and a smaller faction of truthers, a group that at one point included Bill James — Rose spent decades denying his transgressions, lying to the public, to baseball officials, and to himself. Deprived of the financial windfall that would have come with election to the Hall, “The Hit King” chose instead to try making a buck with anything he could put his name on. That included everything from a 2004 no. 1 best-selling autobiography, My Prison Without Bars, in which he admitted in print to gambling while managing the Reds (he had done so in pre-publication publicity as well) to autographed balls with the inscription “I’m sorry I bet on baseball.”

That assertion rang hollow given Rose’s apparent lack of contrition, his unwillingness to reconfigure his life as a precondition of his reinstatement by MLB, and his continued lies. Not until 2015 did he admit to gambling during his playing career, after ESPN’s Outside the Lines obtained copies of documents verifying his bets in 1986 while serving as the player-manager of the Reds. Elsewhere during the last decade of his life, a credible allegation of statutory rape dating to the 1970s, uncovered by prosecutor John Dowd during his investigation into Rose’s gambling, undermined his latter-day reinstatement effort while further chipping away at his public standing. It’s been a fall from grace without parallel, at least among baseball’s icons.

On the field, Rose was a dynamo, a stocky, 5-foot-11 switch-hitter who made up for his lack of physical gifts — beyond great eyesight and bat-to-ball skill — with a competitive intensity and high-energy, hard-nosed style of play that wouldn’t have been out of place a half-century before his 1963 arrival in the majors. “He played every game like it was the seventh game of the World Series,” said his longtime teammate Joe Morgan. Signed by the hometown Cincinnati Reds out of high school in 1960, Rose was a second baseman even in the minors, perceived as lacking the arm strength to play shortstop, the speed to play the outfield, or the power to play a corner position. “Can’t run, hit, throw or field. All Rose can do is hustle,” read one early scouting report.

Hustle. That word would stick to him. When he sprinted to first base after drawing a walk in a 1963 exhibition game against the Yankees, Whitey Ford and Mickey Mantle derisively nicknamed him “Charlie Hustle” — but Rose, who earned the second base job and would go on to win Rookie of the Year honors, wore the moniker as a badge of honor. In 2017, he recalled watching a game with his father, Harry Rose, a bank teller and semiprofessional athlete of local renown, and a demanding figure whose drive and intensity young Pete subsumed.

“I was eight or nine years old and watching (a game),” Rose told the Cincinnati Enquirer. “Enos Slaughter sprinted to first base on a walk. My dad told me that was what you needed to do to be in position to be able to advance further if possible. So I started doing it… That became the way I played. My dad said the quicker you get to first base, the quicker you go around the bases.”

Even in the prime of a playing career that at the major league level stretched through 1986, Rose was not “the greatest player in the history of baseball,” as talk show host and fellow Ohio native Phil Donahue introduced him for a 1985 episode celebrating his 4,192nd hit. Nor was he the equal of Ty Cobb, the dominant Deadball Era player whose record he broke. Rose was a singles- and doubles-hitting superstar, and a tremendously popular one in the way that perennial .300 hitters have been for over a century. It’s easy to forget with the home run boom of the last three decades, but batting average has equaled entertainment value for so much of the game’s history, and if that has made Rose a touch overrated and polarizing when measured by 21st-century sabermetric standards — not unlike Derek Jeter or Ichiro Suzuki — he was still admired and beloved, particularly in Cincinnati, where he was the hometown boy making good, a blue-collar player cheered by blue-collar fans.

Rose’s skills, such as they were, made him a top-notch leadoff man — his total of 2,924 hits from that spot has been surpassed only by Rickey Henderson — and a catalyst on numerous contending teams, including eight that made the postseason and six that reached the World Series. Cincinnati never won a pennant during the years between his debut and the advent of division play in 1969, but he helped “The Big Red Machine” — which also numbered future Hall of Famers Morgan, Johnny Bench, and Tony Perez among its stars — to NL West titles in 1970, ’72, 73, ’75, and ’76, winning the pennant four times (all but 1973, the year his aggressive takeout slide into 150-pound Mets shortstop Bud Harrelson triggered a brawl during the National League Championship Series). The Reds won the World Series in 1975 and ’76, with Rose earning MVP honors in the first of those while hitting .370/.485/.481 in the seven-game classic against the Red Sox. After signing a four-year, $3.225 million contract with the Phillies in December 1978, he helped them to a trio of division titles in 1980, ’81 (first half of the strike-split season) and ’83. They captured their first championship in franchise history in 1980, and another pennant in ’83, when Rose was reunited with Morgan and Perez. Sports Illustrated christened them “The Wheeze Kids,” as by season’s end all three were over 40. In 301 postseason plate appearances, Rose hit /.321/.388/.440, a big step up from his regular season .303/.375/.409 (118 OPS+) slash line.

In part because he stuck around in pursuit of milestones well after his skills had eroded (dragging the aforementioned slash line down), Rose’s numbers are staggering, seemingly as out of reach for hitters as Cy Young’s are for pitchers. In addition to the career record for hits (4,256), he owns the records for most games played (3,562), plate appearances (15,890), at-bats (14,503), times on base (5,929), and singles (3,215); meanwhile, he ranks second in doubles (746), sixth in runs (2,145), and ninth in total bases (5,752). He qualified for a batting title with a .300 average or better 15 times, all within a 17-season span (1965–81) that was notorious for its low batting averages. He won a trio of batting titles, in 1968 (“The Year of the Pitcher”), ’69, and ’73, finishing in the top 10 13 times, and in the top 10 in on-base percentage 11 times.

Once he hit his 30s, Rose became a more contact-oriented hitter at the expense of his power:

Pete Rose, 1965–81
Seasons Ages H/Yr HR/Yr BB% K% AVG OBP SLG OPS+ WAR/Yr
1965–71 24–30 202 13 9.0% 9.2% .319 .382 .461 132 5.2
1972–81 31–40 197 5 10.5% 5.7% .312 .388 .416 124 4.0
SOURCE: Baseball-Reference

Rose collected at least 200 hits in a season 10 times, leading his league seven times, more than any other AL/NL player besides Cobb. Ironically, he fell two hits short of 200 in 1978, the year he tied Willie Keeler‘s 82-year-old National League record by collecting hits in 44 consecutive games; only Joe DiMaggio’s 56-game streak from 1941 was longer.

Rose made 17 All-Star teams and started eight times at five different positions (first, second, and third base, plus left and right field). He was the NL MVP in 1973, when he hit .338/.401/.437 with career highs in hits (230) and WAR (8.3 via Baseball Reference, the version I’m using throughout this piece); despite hitting five homers to Willie Stargell’s league-leading 44, he edged the Pirates slugger in the voting. He’s the last NL position player to win MVP honors with a single-digit homer total (Suzuki did so in the AL in 2001, but before Rose, you have to go back to Maury Wills in 1962 to find precedent in either league). Rose finished in the top five in MVP voting four other times, including 1968, when he was the runner-up behind Bob Gibson, and took home Gold Gloves in ’69 and ’70 while playing primarily right field. While he never led his league in WAR, he finished in the top 10 six times, all from 1968–76, with third-place finishes in 1973 and ’76 (7.0).

For as strongly identified as Rose was with those pennant-winning Phillies teams, he actually finished below replacement level in both seasons, with -0.4 WAR (and a 94 OPS+) in 1980 and -1.7 WAR (and a 69 OPS+) in ’83. For the 1982–86 stretch, which included a brief stint with the Expos before a late-’84 trade back to the Reds to become player-manager, he netted -2.5 WAR while hitting for an 86 OPS+. His value at that point was as a gate attraction, a concept not lost on either the Expos (with whom he collected his 4,000th hit on April 13, 1984) or the Reds, whose owner, Marge Schott, brought him back to Cincinnati as he pursued Cobb’s record, which he broke on September 11, 1985.

When Rose took the reins of the Reds from Vern Rapp in mid-August, 1984, they were 51-70. They went 19-22 the rest of the way, then rocketed to 89 wins and a second-place finish in the NL West in 1985 while increasing attendance by 44%. Three more second-place finishes followed, and meanwhile Rose got into deep, deep trouble. According to Michael Sokolove’s 1990 book Hustle: The Myth, Life, and Lies of Pete Rose, MLB had been investigating Rose’s gambling habits since the early 1970s, when they centered around horse racing. “Before Rose was even halfway to Cobb’s hit record, the office of baseball commissioner Bowie Kuhn had identified him as a problem gambler and a probable violator of the game’s rules against gambling ‘associations,’” wrote Sokolove. According to a new biography by Keith O’Brien, Charlie Hustle: The Rise and Fall of Pete Rose, and the Last Glory Days of Baseball, in 1977 Kuhn sent Henry Fitzgibbon, a former FBI agent who had become MLB’s head of security, to monitor Rose and his mistress, a woman named Terry Rubio whose father was a bookie. The following year, Rose took Fitzgibbon to meet with his bookie to “prove to Fitzgibbon that he wasn’t in debt and he wasn’t in trouble.”

Apparently satisfied with the evidence, Fitzgibbon backed off, and whatever file was created by the league’s investigation disappeared. Even as Kuhn banned Mantle and Willie Mays from the game in the early 1980s merely for serving as greeters at casinos, he did not touch Rose. Kuhn’s successor, Peter Ueberroth, reinstated Mays and Mantle in 1985, but before the end of his term, he picked up the pursuit of Rose. Dick Wagner, who as general manager let his star depart after the 1978 season, had also been the one who had gotten MLB and Fitzgibbon involved in investigating Rose; by the late 1980s, he was a special assistant to the commissioner. In early 1989, just before yielding his position to Giamatti, Ueberroth announced that the league was conducting a “full inquiry into serious allegations” concerning Rose, and both the Cincinnati Post and New York Post reported sources telling their publications that he had gambling debts in the range of $500,000 to $750,000.

In his role as special counsel to the commissioner of baseball, Dowd investigated and detailed Rose’s pattern of gambling. In May 1989, he submitted a 225-page report with testimony and documentary evidence — “overwhelming corroboration from interviews, telephone records, taped phone conversations and betting records,” as Sports Illustrated described it — that he bet on baseball, placing bets with bookies through intermediaries. His bets, which were generally around $2,000 per game, included games involving the Reds from 1985 to ’87; he also bet on football and basketball. According to Dowd, Rose fell so far into debt that one bookie refused to take further bets from him.

On August 24, 1989, Rose voluntarily accepted a place on baseball’s ineligible list in exchange for MLB agreeing to make no formal finding with regards to the gambling allegations. At the press conference announcing what amounted to a lifetime suspension, Giamatti said, “In the absence of a hearing and in absence of evidence to the contrary… yes, I have concluded that he bet on baseball.” The commissioner additionally affirmed that he concluded Rose bet on his own team, and said that there was “no deal” for reinstatement, though the rules allowed for a banned player to apply for reinstatement in one year.

“Despite what the commissioner said today, I didn’t bet on baseball,” said Rose, who also added, “I don’t think I have a gambling problem at all.” Nonetheless, he called the settlement fair and said he planned to apply for reinstatement when eligible. He also agreed to dismiss a federal lawsuit against Giamatti contending that he had been denied the right to a fair hearing by an unbiased decision-maker. Eight days after the announcement, Giamatti died of a heart attack at age 51.

Because he last played in 1986, Rose would not be eligible for election to the Hall of Fame until the 1992 BBWAA ballot. Concerned that the writers might elect him on the basis of his overwhelming statistical qualifications — citing the so-called character clause would not be in vogue until players linked to performance-enhancing drugs, such as Mark McGwire and Rafael Palmeiro, became eligible in the 2000s — in February 1991, the Hall’s board of directors voted unanimously to adopt a rule excluding from consideration players on the permanently ineligible list. “The directors felt that it would be incongruous to have a person who has been declared ineligible by baseball to be eligible for baseball’s highest honor,” said Hall of Fame President Ed Stack. “It follows that if such individual is reinstated by baseball, then such individual would be a candidate for election.”

Within the BBWAA, there was enough dissent that 41 writers (9.5%) included Rose on their 1992 ballots despite no provision for write-ins existing. Three writers submitted blank ballots in protest of Rose’s removal from consideration by the writers, which didn’t prevent Tom Seaver from setting a record by receiving 98.8% of the vote.

Such protests would continue, albeit with diminishing returns, but the Hall still hasn’t budged on the rule, and neither have Giamatti’s successors when it has come to reconsidering Rose’s eligibility or, as some hoped when Bud Selig left office in early 2015, issuing a pardon. In early 2015, Selig’s successor Rob Manfred met with Rose and was similarly unswayed. In formally denying his request in December 2015, Manfred wrote that Rose “has not presented credible evidence of a reconfigured life either by an honest acceptance by him of his wrongdoing … or by a rigorous, self-aware and sustained program of avoidance by him of all the circumstances that led to his permanent ineligibility in 1989.”

“Most important, whatever else a ‘reconfigured life’ may include, in this case, it must begin with a complete rejection of the practices and habits that comprised his violations of Rule 21,” he added, referring to the section of the Major League Baseball rulebook covering gambling. Section 21(d)(2) is the big one:

“Any player, umpire, or Club or League official or employee, who shall bet any sum whatsoever upon any baseball game in connection with which the bettor has a duty to perform, shall be declared permanently ineligible.”

Whatever further efforts Rose made for reinstatement were derailed mainly by allegations of sexual misconduct. In 2017, the Phillies planned to induct him onto their Wall of Honor, but rescinded the invitation when a sworn statement by an unidentified woman — collected by Dowd back in the 1980s and submitted as part of his defense in a defamation lawsuit — alleged that Rose had a sexual relationship with her beginning in 1973, when she was 14 or 15 years old, below the age of consent in Ohio (16 years old). In court documents, Rose acknowledged the sexual nature of his relationship with the woman but stated his belief that the woman was 16 at the time. Rose’s defamation lawsuit stemmed from Dowd alleging in a 2015 radio spot that Michael Bertolini, one of Rose’s gambling associates, not only placed his bets but “ran young girls for him down at spring training, ages 12 to 14.”

No criminal charges were filed against Rose, as the statute of limitations had expired, but he could not evade the impact of the allegations. In 2022, the Phillies received permission to include Rose as part of the festivities honoring their 1980 World Series-winning team. When Philadelphia Inquirer reporter Alex Coffey asked him what he would say to people who say his presence at the event sent a negative message to women, he replied, “I’m not here to talk about that… It was 55 years ago, babe.”

Regarding the interaction with Coffey, Rose told an Associated Press reporter, “I’m going to tell you one more time. I’m here for the Philly fans. I’m here for my teammates. I’m here for the Phillies organization. And who cares what happened 50 years ago? You weren’t even born. So you shouldn’t be talking about it, because you weren’t born. If you don’t know a damn thing about it, don’t talk about it.”

As illustrated within director Mark Monroe’s 2024 HBO documentary Charlie Hustle and the Matter of Pete Rose — a four-part series for which I was interviewed and appeared on-screen — the reunion appearance was supposed to serve as a stepping stone for Rose’s eventual reinstatement. Yet his actions at the event (which also included a very awkward on-camera non-apology to Coffey from a Rose representative, with Rose himself merely offering to sign 1,000 baseballs for her), and the new attention drawn to the allegations of his misconduct, produced an outcry that almost certainly sealed his fate when it came to reinstatement, at least within his lifetime. The lasting image of Rose isn’t just of a fallen star whose addictive behavior and self-deception cost him the thing in life that he loved the most; it’s of a man who continued trying to steamroll everything in his path well into his ninth decade, damn the human cost. Everyone else was Ray Fosse, the catcher whose shoulder Rose separated in a brutal home plate collision in order to score the winning run in the 1970 All-Star Game.

I spent several hours preparing for and interviewing for Monroe’s documentary. I’ve spent even longer thinking about, talking about, and writing about Rose over the past two decades, both within my Hall of Fame coverage and outside it. Memories of Rose’s career take me back to the beginnings of my baseball fandom. His 1978 season — in which he collected his 3,000th hit, reeled off his epic hitting streak, and then left the only team he’d ever played for — was the first one this eight-year-old fan and baseball card collector absorbed. I loved watching him play. The crouched stance, the short strokes as he dumped balls over infielders’ heads and into the shallow outfield, the sprints down to first base on walks, the head-first slides, the perpetual exuberance, the bouncing of that terrible bowl cut — it was all tremendously engaging, at least before his endless pursuit of Cobb’s record turned his later years into a slog.

I was a freshman in college during the spring of 1989, with my attention to baseball headed towards its lowest point when the allegations regarding Rose’s betting surfaced. By the time I wrapped my head around the case, he was out of the game for good, a situation whose sadness was compounded by the sudden death of Giamatti. I was so far removed from baseball that I didn’t even see a single pitch of the post-Rose Reds’ 1990 World Series sweep. I didn’t think much about Rose again until the 1999 World Series, when he was allowed to appear on the field at Atlanta’s Turner Field — a post-banishment first — in recognition of his being selected to baseball’s All-Century team. In an interview with Rose that was aired live, NBC’s Jim Gray asked if he would use the occasion to apologize and admit he bet on baseball. “I’m not gonna admit something that didn’t happen,” said Rose. Some fans were outraged at Gray and NBC for what they viewed as an ambush (the nerve of a reporter practicing journalism!). Gray was pushed to apologize publicly before Game 3, but nonetheless, after the Yankees’ Chad Curtis hit a walk-off home run, he snubbed the reporter, telling him that the team was boycotting him. “As a team, we kind of decided because of what happened with Pete, we’re not going to talk out here on the field,” he said. Of course, we now know Rose was lying through his teeth, and that Curtis was no paragon of virtue, either.

Rose’s endless lies and his assumption of victimhood drained most of the empathy I had for him even before the more sordid details of his personal life came to light. Neither he nor his supporters helped his cause by coming out of the woodwork to clamor for his reinstatement every time a new scandal reared its head, such as the widespread abuse of performance-enhancing drugs, the electronically-aided stealing of signs, or the financial abuses of Shohei Ohtani’s interpreter, Ippei Mizuhara. Rose’s supporters would claim that what he did wasn’t akin to Barry Bonds‘ chemically-aided assault on home run records, or the Astros’ and Red Sox’s capture of world championships with the aid of skullduggery. What those supporters fail to see, or deliberately ignore, is the difference between Rose’s explicit and deliberate violation of Rule 21, which was officially enacted in 1927, and which has been posted in every clubhouse in professional baseball for nearly a century, and the stretching of boundaries beyond the league’s imagination and existing capacity for enforcement via paper bans. Which isn’t to excuse Bonds and company, or the Astros and Red Sox, but they didn’t break The One Rule that carries baseball’s equivalent of the death penalty.

(Here it’s worth noting that the end of Rose’s life does not mean the end of “a lifetime ban.” Functionally, that’s what Rose received, but officially he’s on the permanently ineligible list, alongside Shoeless Joe Jackson, his fellow Black Sox, and many others, both living and deceased.)

When Rose’s supporters cite MLB’s recent embrace of legalized gambling as a reason to exonerate their guy, they avoid acknowledging the opportunities for abuse that come with the wagering of money by on-field personnel who have the ability to profit from inside information about the participants, and the capacity to influence the outcome of games. Neither Dowd nor Outside the Lines produced evidence that Rose bet against his own team, whether as a player or a manager, but Dowd in 2002 claimed that he had been close to uncovering such evidence. He additionally noted that Rose did not bet on games started by two pitchers who had become weak links in the team’s rotation, namely Mario Soto (1986–87) and Bill Gullickson (1987). That pattern “sent a message through the gambling community that the Reds can’t win” on those days, said Dowd. While it’s fair to suggest that both Dowd and Giamatti did too much talking out of school by airing their opinions on Rose after he was banished, as the past decade has shown, there’s seemingly no end to the damning evidence that can be uncovered.

While I now see that my own anger and frustration with Rose parallels what some may feel towards Bonds, the Astros, and other transgressors, I still haven’t recovered my empathy for the man. That’s why this piece isn’t an epic of the scale I did for titans Henry Aaron and Willie Mays when they passed away. Those deep dives are done out of respect, reverence, and my own intellectual curiosity, none of which I have in the necessary supply to go blow by blow through the highs, lows, and details of Rose’s life.

I once said in a media spot — and have since repeated ad nauseam — that I could write a statement for Rose to read that would put him on the path to reinstatement in about five minutes. Something like this:

I’m Pete Rose and I have a gambling addiction. Through years of counseling, I have learned about the dangers of gambling and the harm that I have caused, and I now understand how badly I have erred in the eyes of Major League Baseball by violating the long-standing rules against players and managers gambling. If I am reinstated, I will spend the remainder of my years working to inform and educate the general public about the insidious and addictive nature of gambling and the problems it can cause, while also continuing to undergo counseling. I love the game of baseball and hope the commissioner sees fit to reinstate me.

Those words might have convinced a commissioner and the public, but in retrospect, I’m skeptical they would have done anything to change the addictive or compulsive behavior at the root of the problem. Rose did acknowledge his addiction in My Prison Without Bars, adding “but baseball had no fancy rehab for gamblers like they do for drug addicts.” It doesn’t appear as though he ever pursued treatment. Instead he tried to bend the world to his will, only to find that he was in no condition to do so. In Charlie Hustle and the Matter of Pete Rose, our last look at the man, Monroe gave the subject ample rope with which to hang himself. His crude jokes mostly fall flat, his excuses and defenses remain unconvincing, his lies and contradictions obvious. If Rose saw the finished product, maybe he finally reckoned with his decades of squandered opportunities, and the damage he caused.

But I doubt it.





Brooklyn-based Jay Jaffe is a senior writer for FanGraphs, the author of The Cooperstown Casebook (Thomas Dunne Books, 2017) and the creator of the JAWS (Jaffe WAR Score) metric for Hall of Fame analysis. He founded the Futility Infielder website (2001), was a columnist for Baseball Prospectus (2005-2012) and a contributing writer for Sports Illustrated (2012-2018). He has been a recurring guest on MLB Network and a member of the BBWAA since 2011, and a Hall of Fame voter since 2021. Follow him on Twitter @jay_jaffe... and BlueSky @jayjaffe.bsky.social.

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dozingoffdadMember since 2021
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Looking forward to the reasonable discussion in the comments over the subject of this article