There are some records in sports that are so unimaginably ridiculous and supernatural that I can personally guarantee that they will never be broken. Nobody will ever play every MLB game for 16 years like Cal Ripken Jr. Nobody will ever average more than 50.4 points per game in an NBA season like Wilt Chamberlin. Nobody will ever have 215 points in an NHL season like Wayne Gretzky (No, not even Patrick Kane, sorry). More than any other, nobody will ever come close to Pete Rose’s 4,256 hits in his career.

Rose was explosive. He was consistent. He was, simply put, brilliant, from the plate. For any MLB player to reach his record, they would need to have 213 hits per season for 20 seasons. Between injuries, reliability and raw talent, no man will ever even come close to reaching Rose’s mark.

While I may not have seen any of the all-time greats such as Honus Wagner, Ty Cobb, Hank Aaron, Joe DiMaggio or Lou Gehrig, I remember the best of the best from my time growing up. Guys like Ken Griffey Jr., Craig Biggio, Derek Jeter and Vladimir Guerrero. Guys who could crush any pitcher any day of the week and did it with modesty and class. I have nothing but respect and my best wishes to these men who will undoubtedly go down in history as a few of the best to ever grace America’s Pastime.

However, what really grinds my gears and what has always caused me to have a grudge against current and past MLB Commissioners Rob Manfred and Bud Selig is their redundant ignorance and absolute obliviousness to who deserves immortality into the ever elusive Major League Baseball Hall of Fame and who shouldn’t ever step foot within a 50-mile radius of Cooperstown.

On Dec. 14, 2015, Manfred decided to not lift the lifetime ban on Rose from the Hall of Fame, thus denying him a spot among the greats, due to Sports Illustrated’s investigation released in 1989 proving that Rose bet money on games that he played in as a Cincinnati Red. The catch is this: Rose only bet for his own team, putting money on the fact that he would perform well, according to the report of lawyer John M. Dowd.

“I bet on my team every night,” Rose said in 2007 on the Dan Patrick Show. “I didn’t bet on my team four nights a week. I bet on my team to win every night because I loved my team, I believed in my team. I did everything in my power every night to win that game.”

Meanwhile, in the 2016 Hall of Fame ballot which gave Ken Griffey Jr. and Mike Piazza a voucher to illustriousness, boys such as Sammy Sosa, Barry Bonds and Roger Clemens who have concrete evidence against them for the repetitive use of Performance Enhancing Drugs (PEDs) not only were allowed on the ballot, but each received enough votes to stay on it in future years.

So, just to clear this up for you, Rose, who singlehandedly shattered the hit record and put money on himself to play well as incentive to boost his sub-million dollar salary from 1984-1986 was banned for life from Cooperstown while three players who secretly took PEDs to develop their power and go behind the backs of others to make them seem better did not even coming close to Rose’s record and, to top it all off, are now knocking on the doorstep of legends and having their plaques eternalized as the best to ever play the game.

Riiiiiiight.

Rose only bet on himself, as kind of a way to say that he was good enough and that he could be so confident as to put his money where his mouth was. He wasn’t on the infamous 1919 White Sox, dubbed the “Black Sox” for throwing the World Series in order for getting a cash payout through a bet. He was instead on a team that won three World Series rings and allowed him personally to win three batting titles, one Most Valuable Player Award, two Gold Gloves, the Rookie of the Year Award and to make 17 All-Star appearances at an unequaled five different positions (2B, LF, RF, 3B, and 1B).

“I’d walk through Hell in a gasoline suit just to play baseball,” Rose said in his book accounting his life and his betting.

My first beef is with PEDs and the players who take them. Not only is it completely unfair to the rest of the game and to the greats that have played it, but it just says that the user isn’t good enough. They couldn’t do it by working out, or training, or practice or a hearty breakfast every morning. It says that they are lazy. It says that they begged for attention and for a reason to be talked about. Sure, the game was good when they were around, but it’s only better now when players are much too smart to use PEDs because they know for a fact that they will get caught and that it’s not worth it.

You’ve got guys like Kris Bryant hitting 495-foot home runs, Miguel Cabrera winning the Triple Crown for the first time in 45 years and Bryce Harper angrily throwing his bat after seeing a pop fly and then realizing that he hit it so far that it went out of the park.

Power is not impossible without PEDs, but rather only more impressive to see. I’d bet that if Bonds were clean his entire life, he would’ve barely grazed 600 home runs, not his “record holding” 762. And 44-percent of voters think he should be permitted into the most prestigious room in all of sports?! I’m sorry but if Rose, a man who blew apart the near intangible 3,000 hit club (which only 29 men have joined in 147 years of baseball), by 141-percent with 4,256 hits isn’t to be allowed into Cooperstown because he had confidence in his ability, then by God I don’t know who should be.