Quote by Pete Rose
My father taught me that the only way you can make good at anythin

My father taught me that the only way you can make good at anything is to practice, and then practice some more. – Pete Rose

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No one ever asked what was my relationship with Bart Giamatti. We used to talk about baseball a lot as a player and a commissioner, just talk about the game, what could we do to help the game, wheres the game going, he was pretty good. – Pete Rose

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There is an old saying that money cant buy happiness. If it could, I would buy myself four hits every game. – Pete Rose

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Ive never looked forward to a birthday like Im looking forward to my new daughters birthday, because two days after that is when I can apply for reinstatement. – Pete Rose

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I owe a lot to my dad, just for having provided the wrestling business for us to get into. – Owen Hart

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My dad was a Methodist minister. – George McGovern

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My dads passion was to teach adults to read so they could read to their kids. – Jennie Garth

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My dad was good friends with the Bad Medicine Blues Band – one of the only blues bands in Fargo, as you can imagine! He took me out to see them play when I was 12 years old and I was really inspired by their guitar player, Ted Larsen. – Jonny Lang

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