The name Pete Rose, when mentioned in Cincinnati, elicits one of two reactions: disgust or joy. Rose played for the Cincinnati Reds from 1963-1978, and again from 1984-86, eventually becoming the team’s manager. During that time, Rose built a reputation as one of the greatest players in the history of Major League Baseball, and quickly ascended from mere celebrity to a status few ever achieve: legend. An award was named after him, along with a street, and a Pete Rose statue was built in his honor outside of Great American Baseball Park. When Rose died last year, his face lit up the ballpark’s projector, and thousands flocked to lay flowers and affectionate notes on his statue. For many, Rose wasn’t just a baseball player — he was an aspirational figure, a man whose life represented the values this country was built on: ingenuity, and accomplishment made possible by a lifetime of hard work. For others, Rose was a disgrace. Yet another powerful man allowed to cross moral and ethical lines with impunity while his fans drowned out the voices of critics. They point to his decision to gamble on games while still being a player and manager for the Reds, which ultimately led to his banishment from the MLB and the Hall of Fame. Or the five months he spent in prison for tax evasion, after not reporting memorabilia profits and gambling winnings. The official Pete Rose story rarely mentions the serial adultery that ended numerous marriages. Or worse: a sworn statement from a woman who alleged that Rose slept with her when she was a minor, and he was in his mid-30s. Ultimately, Pete Rose was talented. But his actions were objectionable, and so was the culture that protected him, defended him and made him into a hero.