Today is the one-year anniversary of Kirby Puckett's death.
I was never a Twins fan growing up, but it seemed that my life was intertwined with the Hall of Famer's in a lot of places. Without Kirby Puckett, I probably wouldn't have loved baseball as much as I do today.
In Little League I played for the Twins, and earned the nickname of Kirby. We also went to the same JC, Triton College, in River Grove Illinois.
Most importantly, I still remember sitting in my bedroom on late October nights in 1991 watching the World Series. I was supposed to be in bed at the time, but I had the television real low so my mother wouldn't hear it. I still remember Puckett's game winning home run in Game 6 that sent the series to a 7th game, the one in which the Twins would beat Atlanta and win the Series.
That World Series was one of the most exciting ones I've ever seen, and it solidified baseball as something I loved.
There was just something about the man that made you feel good. If you didn't know him personally, you wanted to. If you did know him, well, Dave Winfield said it best.
"If you didn't like Kirby Puckett, you didn't like life."