World Series

When I was six years old, I watched the 1991 World Series by myself at my Nanna's house. I remember jumping up and down on the couch when Puckett homered to win game six. I don't think I had ever been that excited in my life. I started collecting his baseball cards. Went to card shows. Hounded Sarah at the coin shop for new cards. Bought a Kirby Puckett photo ball, or a "Kirbypuckettphotoball" as I would say. Got a Minnesota Twins hat. An authentic jersey. Kirby Puckett chocolate bars. Went to games at Comisky and rooted for the White Sox and Kirby Puckett. My AOL screen name was, "LilKirby34". I read his books. "I Love this Game", I read three times. I got his autograph from my aunt who's cousin was the Minnesota Twins bullpen coach.

From 1991 to 1996 when he retired, I was arguably Kirby Puckett's number one fan outside of Minnesota. He is one of the major reasons why I like sports. I liked how he played the game. I liked that he would swing at the first pitch. I liked how they called him, "fireplug". I liked how he had power and a great eye. I liked that he smiled when he played the game and always looked like he was having fun.

I still love baseball. I'm watching the World Series right now. And I hope a kid somewhere is watching Derek Jeter or Mark Texieria or Ryan Howard or Chase Utley and jumping up and down on his couch just like me.