Pete Rose takes the subway.

There he was, struttin' his baseball dominance (and mediocre manager-ness) on the V train this evening. What the hell was Pete Rose doing on the subway in the first place? Did he fall out of some kid's pocket? Worse yet, was he left behind on purpose? Who trades 1980's era Topps managers anyway? How long was he riding the unbearable V? Why hadn't the 20 year old LES hipster or the Queens-bound nanny and mother of 3 push him aside? We'll never know, but he was there nonetheless on 2nd Ave bound V. Taking up seat, lazy ass.