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Happy 73rd Birthday, Pete

Monday is Pete Rose’s 73rd birthday. This week’s Photo Vault is dedicated to the most famous Red ever.
Here’s Pete at age 24.

Pete argues a call in the 1970 World Series.

He was clearly the star of the BRM. I’m assuming those items in Rick Auerbach’s box are bills.

Photo: Focus on Sport/Getty Images

Pete in a 1977 Jockey underwear commercial.

Pete gratuitously (if photogenically) slides head first at home plate against the Cubs during an early-BRM-era game at Wrigley Field.

I like this one mostly for the getups the reporters are wearing. Note poor little Pete, Jr. in the foreground.

Some sort of joke between Pete and Dave Concepcion.

Here’s hit number 2,999 against Steve Rogers of the Expos, May 5, 1978.

Pete joined the Phillies, and a generation of Reds fans cried.

He got to talk to Bryant Gumbel.

And strut around pit road at the 1981 Daytona 500.

And play in another World Series.


He was, of course, brought back to the Reds as player-manager in 1984.

You could call almost anyone from that red phone.

Photo: Ronald C. Modra/Sports Imagery/Getty Images

He set a record.

And was then run out of the game. Forced by his own actions to spend three decades as a sideshow act, outside MLB’s big top. They let him visit from time to time, like this All-Century Team presentation during Game Two of the 1999 World Series.

He wrote a book admitting his sins, then hit the road to promote it – and a betting website.

But largely he was on his own, like this 2010 Steve Garvey Celebrity Softball Game for ALS, where Pete’s pictured with the late Verne Troyer and late Michael Clarke Duncan.

Photo: Michael Kovac/FilmMagic

Of course he posed with Canseco.

Pete now has a new wife, with whom he watches boxing matches.

And sells furniture.

The question, as we contemplate Pete’s latest lap around the Sun, is whether you’ll remember him like this:

Or this:

6 thoughts on “Happy 73rd Birthday, Pete

  1. Fantastic collection. My two favorites were the slide in Wrigley and horsing around in the locker room with Davey. What a great thing to wake up to on a weekend morning.

  2. Chris, I hold you responsible for the mess created from my spewed, runny eggs this morning when I scrolled down to the Jockey add photo.

    Pete had an ego bigger than Riverfron Stadium (that’s not a negative, just a statement of fact) and he wore that ego in full dislay for the world to see. Unfortunately, Pete could have been a protagonist in a Greek tragedy or a Shakespeare play (and possibly was). His own actions and decisions caused his fall from the highest heights his lowest lows. Pete was (is) his own person and reveled in his me against the world persona.

    I loved Pete the baseball player and I hope that is the Pete I remember when all is said and done. I’m not so sold on Pete the man off the diamond, but he has apparently moved to a comfort level with who he is and what he represents and that matters more than what I think or how I feel about Pete.

  3. Great set of pics, and thanks for posting, but I’m not so sure the “Late Verne Troyer” is Late yet. Pretty sure he is still kickin.

  4. Greatest. Red. Ever.

    Go reread ‘the Machine. On a team full of Hall of Famers and All Stars, Pete was the glue that held that team together. His ‘soft skills’ as a player\manager were undervalued.

  5. I loved the pic set of my name sake. Though the one of the many things I will always remember about Pete is how he put himself out there as someone who never drank or smoked – something he brought up in many postgame interviews. Well coming from someone who has battled his whole life with addictions to all 3 (32 years in AA and 15 years free of personal gambling addiction), I can tell you the one thing I always told myself is that compulsive gambling wasn’t an addiction because I wasn’t sticking anything into my system. Well, tell that to the cops who pulled me over after a couple hour stint at the local casino in the late 90s – because the cops could swear I was on drugs so they got the dogs out to check my vehicle. Only thing is, the drug adrenaline was already in my system and surging through my veins and I was jonesing. So Pete, compulsive gambling is also an addiction and the one thing you taught me is that we all have clay feet. Happy Birthday Pete (4-14-41) – and have many more,

  6. and a happy birthday to you…Pete…You will always be a bright and shining star..God Bless…

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