I read your piece on MSNBC. 0-20 years of age spent in Mpls and being a Twins fan and now I too hang in the rain of Seattle and think about Metropolitan Stadium and the gang of Carew, Tovar, Oliva, Killebrew...and then came the Dome and Kirby's stage. One of the greatest ball players of any generation and the glee of a boy knowing full well how lucky he was to play a game for a living. Like Herb Brooks before him these icons of my youth who pass before me allow me to go home at least for a night.
Thank you for the touching piece on Kirby. It perfectly captured how all of us kids in MN felt/feel about him.
I keep thinking of my brother today. I keep picturing him as he was in the mid-80s -- young kid wearing his Kirby Puckett #34 t-shirt and looking at his Kirby posters in his room.
Lovely article. Back in the 90s the Milwaukee Brewers (my team) were still in the American League and so we saw a lot of the Twins and Kirby. Even though he played for a rival, it was impossible not to like him.
I can still remember sitting on the floor of my darkened dorm room (my roommate was sleeping), watching the Twins win game seven of the `91 World Series. It was late and, being a freshman in college, I had an 8:20 class the next morning, but I didn't care. What euphoria it was to see Kirby, along with Kent Hrbek, lead the Twins to another series victory.
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I read your piece on MSNBC.
0-20 years of age spent in Mpls and being a Twins fan and now I too hang in the rain of Seattle and think about Metropolitan Stadium and the gang of Carew, Tovar, Oliva, Killebrew...and then came the Dome and Kirby's stage. One of the greatest ball players of any generation and the glee of a boy knowing full well how lucky he was to play a game for a living. Like Herb Brooks before him these icons of my youth who pass before me allow me to go home at least for a night.
Thank you for the touching piece on Kirby. It perfectly captured how all of us kids in MN felt/feel about him.
I keep thinking of my brother today. I keep picturing him as he was in the mid-80s -- young kid wearing his Kirby Puckett #34 t-shirt and looking at his Kirby posters in his room.
Beautifully written, thank you.
Lovely article. Back in the 90s the Milwaukee Brewers (my team) were still in the American League and so we saw a lot of the Twins and Kirby. Even though he played for a rival, it was impossible not to like him.
Great article, Gael! I needed it, especially after reading the Sports Illustrated piece on Bonds and steroids this morning.
My tee-ball mitt had Puckett's signature on it. I always felt really fond of him.
I can still remember sitting on the floor of my darkened dorm room (my roommate was sleeping), watching the Twins win game seven of the `91 World Series. It was late and, being a freshman in college, I had an 8:20 class the next morning, but I didn't care. What euphoria it was to see Kirby, along with Kent Hrbek, lead the Twins to another series victory.
What wonderful memories those were.
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