ESPN did a story on Pete Rose seeking redemption under Bud Selig. Selig, shitheel he was, laid out the plan. Tow the line, do the dog and pony show, SQUEEKY. CLEAN. Rose supposedly agreed. All sides left with the plan set. Rose went straight from the meeting to the horse track. Selig was livid.

Not that horse racing was illegal, but Selig was adamant that Rose needed to rehab his image over all else. The image was the problem, not the actions. Rose didn't care. He lived his life under the firmest belief that he was bigger than the game. He was Pete Rose. No one else mattered.