Pete Rose Loved Being Booed

My first baseball memory involved hating Pete Rose.

That wasn’t his fault, it was just fate. I was seven, my Red Sox were playing in the World Series, and Rose’s Big Red Machine was the opponent. The teams went back and forth for nearly two weeks, and it came down to Game 7.

Boston took a 3-0 lead into the sixth inning, but that damn Pete Rose led off w…