Thursday, August 2, 2007

"And Don't Get Me Started on Gary Nolan, That Rat-Fink Son of a ..."

Always and forever the embodiment of class, Pete Rose (seen at right discussing strategy with future Mets manager Bud Harrelson) appeared at a recent baseball camp for young players aged 7 to 14 and proceeded to:

* Cuss up a storm
* Whine that Marge Schott didn't leave him anything in her will
* Brag about seeing Joe DiMaggio naked.

Way to go, Pete. I'm sure Cooperstown will be calling any day now.

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