The Bald Truth
Despite reports to the contrary, don't bet on Bud Selig ever reinstating Pete Rose.
Selig would rather make do with 98 percent of his $18 million salary (so MLB.com could pay its interns) than lift the ban on Gamblin' Pete.
Rose has cheated and lied and broken sacred rules and acted the fool, and he's done much of it on Selig's watch. Bud isn't about to reward Pete by letting him have a shot at the Hall of Fame.
Still, I say they are separate issues.
Gamblin' Pete shouldn't be allowed anywhere near baseball now. Not as a manager, not as a GM, not as a coach, not as an ambassador.
But Charlie Hustle should be in the Hall for his accomplishments as a player. There has been no proof that Rose ever gambled on baseball during his playing days, and he certainly was an all-time great.
At the same time, I have little sympathy for Pete Rose. He made his bed ... and he called his bookie from it.
The Balder Truth
Apparently, $136 Million Cubbie Alfonso Soriano isn't allergic to the No. 6 spot after all.
Everybody has known forever that the man isn't a leadoff hitter. And now he's killing the ball from the 6-hole - including Monday's game-winning grand slam against the 'Stros.
Looking back on it now, you wonder what Lou Piniella was so afraid of for 2 1/2 years.
THE BALDEST TRUTH
I set up my Facebook account Monday afternoon and I'm still trying to decide if I like it or hate it.
Sure, it feels good to be at least up to 2007 levels of technology. But who needs that many so-called friends? I haven't been this popular since I coated myself with kibble and went to the dog pound.
So please don't take it personally if I don't accept you as a friend. I mean, I don't take it personally that my kids have rejected my i-friendship.
"Facebook," Ben informed me, "isn't for old dudes like you."