When my mom was a child, my grandfather would take her and the family to Geneva Cubs baseball games. In 1960, there was a new player on the Cubs, and my grandfather would point at that player and say, "He's going to do something." That player was Pete Rose.
For all the discussions about Pete that will take place, I just hope that there's a place up there where my grandfather can watch Pete circle the bases again. That's all.
Is this heaven? Yes. And Geneva, NY.
Safe travels, Pete. Here's to you, kid.