Today, Bunt released a card that I have been hoping for during this entire set. Being that I am from Minnesota, and live and die by the Twins and Vikings, it should be clear why this card would be a must have for me. I was lucky enough to be around for 2 World Series titles in the 80s and 90s, something that others might never get to experience. Being that I was born in 1982, I was only old enough to attend the 1991 series, and I got to go to ONE GAME ONLY. Here is the story.
I was nine years old, and I was a huge baseball fan. My dad, like me was also a huge baseball fan, having been following the Twins his entire life. In 1965, he was around my age and got to see the first time the Twins were in the World Series, and got to go to two games in 1987 when they won against St Louis. This year was better, as both me and my brother were watching intently the whole playoffs.
During the ALCS, I was lucky enough to go to a win versus Toronto, something I thought was one of the coolest experiences of my life to that point. For a nine year old, it was incredible. I had been to baseball games before, but nothing like that. Homer Hanky mania was all around, and the Metrodome was rocking.
When my dad said he had tickets to two games of the 1991 World Series, I was beyond excited. Of course, my mom got to go to one, and I got to go to the other. Because of schedules and school, I was relegated to game 6, which meant I might not get to go if the Series was clinched prior to that day. When the Twins won games 1 and 2 at home, I was almost mad, as it meant they could easily pull it off before the series came back to Minnesota for game 6.
Thankfully, the Braves pulled out games 3, 4 and 5, leaving a do or die game that fateful evening in the Thunderdome. As we went to the game, my dad warned me that the stadium was going to be really loud. Louder than it was for the Toronto game. He also said under no circumstances was I allowed to complain or want to leave. I had no idea what I was getting myself into.
The game played out in dramatic fashion, eventually going into extra innings. Being like every Minnesota kid, Kirby Puckett was my favorite player, and I was beyond excited to see what happened when he came up against Charlie Liebrandt. When the pitch left Puckett’s bat, I was already screaming as loud as I could. It landed about 10 rows in front of us, in the golden seat that remained until the Metrodome was torn down. The rest still gives me goosebumps to this day.
Puckett was immortalized outside Target field with his fist raised triumphantly, circling the bases after his home run put the Series to a pivotal game 7. I dont really remember anything other than yelling so loud my throat hurt for a few days after. It remains one of the greatest sports experiences in my life, and I doubt it will ever be topped.
I love this set, because you can imagine there is someone out there for each ticket that feels the exact same way I do about what the stub represents. Its a great feeling.