This isn’t black and white. Too many people are making it out that way; too many people are drawing a clear and distinct line and jumping onto one side or the other.
This isn’t about the middle game of a series against the Cardinals in the middle of August. This isn’t about what’s happened to this point in the baseball season, either.
To the best of my knowledge, I’ve never been in a car going 117 mph.
Just say Pedro in Pittsburgh — breathe that singular name into a microphone on a sports talk show or announce it to the person next to you at the bar and the conversation begins.
If nothing else, Pete Rose is an opportunist. And if nothing else, new baseball commissioner Rob Manfred allowed Major League Baseball to act in a hypocritical manner.
That was baseball; that was real baseball.
No one cares about a loser. And many love to hate a winner.
Pete Rose is done. He will never — if this latest allegation and the smoking gun of an old betting chit are true — get into the National Baseball Hall of Fame. To that, I say this: So what? Who cares? What’s it matter?
So Mick and The Boys are going to invade the North Shore this weekend, blowing into town on their Zip Code Tour and — even at their advanced age — ready to rock Heinz Field.
This one is easy. Tyler Boyd sits. He sits one game. Hopefully he learns his lesson, everyone moves on and he never makes a mistake like this again.
Please don’t take this as a column advocating “loafing” — such a great Pittsburgh word, that “loafing” — because that’s far from what these words are.
A.J. Burnett lost Monday night. You can read it right there in the box score, in the game log, in the chronicle of that rain-fragmented game played against the Milwaukee Brewers. He has, however, won over these Pittsburgh Pirates for a second time.
If anyone in this town deserves to do it his way, it is Mario Lemieux.
Caitlyn Jenner is the former Bruce Jenner.
Watch out National League. Cutch looks like he’s back.