My Dad just called to tell me Kirby Puckett died following a stroke yesterday
at his home in Arizona. He was 44.
I remember the '91 World Series that converted me to a baseball fan
and that gut-wrenching home run Kirby hit to win game six . .
I was rooting against his team, but it was impossible to root against him.
A few years ago he published a children's book of baseball games,
which just showed the love he had for the Greatest Game.
He'll be missed.
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