One thing I’ll never regret as long as I live is that my home is in Minneapolis. I got to see Kirby Puckett play baseball. Many times. I’d have seen him play more if the Twins had played outdoors, but I caught a few games at the dome every year and had the pleasure of seeing him play on the road, at storied Yankee Stadium in 1987, the first year they went to the series and ultimately won. I saw him in Kansas City, too. And Oakland. To say that he was a joy to watch is a huge understatement. Rest in peace, Kirby, and thanks for everything.