I liked Kirby.
Puckett for the unwashed heathens among you. He was 45. Had a stroke last weekend and never recovered.
He was the little fat thing who smiled all the time, spent 99% of his life being a great guy, and the other 1% beating the Braves in the 7th game of the world series.
Even had a billboard put up for him that said, “Nice guys finish in the hall of fame.”
He did that, actually. 2nd youngest player (behind Lou Gherig) to be inducted.
Now he’s dead.
Guess I shouldn’t bitch too much about the reformation of AT&T. 😉
Our household was in complete mourning for three days. That guy played baseball with heart and humour and determination. So, he did look like a beach ball – no rippling abs – and I dare say no Bonds-like supplements to his burgers and fries. Bring on more like him 🙂