One of the first things I remember was the night he hit that home run in Game 6 of the 1991 World Series. It was really late. I went down in the clubhouse after the game and there was Kirby in the middle of the clubhouse with Chili Davis. A clubhouse attendant was there, too.

Kids wanted to be Kirby Puckett. Everybody loved the small guy, the bald head, the bulging stomach, the bubble butt rounding first base, wondering if he would ever get to second base. That's what they remember and then they would just start laughing. That was Kirby Puckett. That's why they loved him.

My brother, Rusty and and his wife, Sherry, named their child after him.

Whose God Is It Anyway?

They may take our lives, but they'll never take our freedom.

I tell you what really turns my toes up: love scenes with 68-year-old men and actresses young enough to be their granddaughter.