This evening in the State of Minnesota we are taking a moment to remember Number 34. For those outside of the state, I am referring to Kirby Puckett. Kirby was pro sports to me as I grew up. He personified the hero in a uniform to a young kid. He put the team on his back to win the game. He stood at the line to sign every autograph that the fans needed. He acted as the face of an organization that was beloved in the state but was far from a premier league when he arrived. In true hero status he changed that status. The Centerfielder

I grew up at Minneapolis where we have to endure baseball in the Metrodome. For those who have not graced the interior of this facility it is the most horrible venue for baseball, maybe any sport. However, going indoors in one of the coldest states in the lower 48 during a precious summer to watch baseball is insane until the PA announcer Bob Casey call out “Now batting the Centerfielder, Kirbyyyyy Puckettt!” Then it was worth the sacrifice.

Regardless of other events in his life I will always remember the baseball parts. Rest well Kirby!