None of us are perfect, we all have skeletons in our closets. Some people's skeleton's are worse than others. I grew up loving Kirby, grew up loving everything he represented, grew up loving his passion not only for baseball, but also his love for the community. I remember to this day the sound of the bat when he hit that game winning homerun in Game 6 of the 1991 World Series. I was jumping up and down crying in joy how awesome it was. I made the mistake of putting him high, too high on a pedestal.
I unfortunately lost respect for him when he sexually assaulted a girl I know. We all make mistakes, beleive me I made my fair share too (however I have never lowered myself to that sort of level), but using your fame, your status, your ego to become above the law, is "hubris" thats going to eventually bite you in the ass. (read last week's atomic dog) Unfortunately there is more to the story, more negative information than the media lets out. And believe me finding this out about what was my childhood hero, especially first hand, was painfully sad.
I live near the Twin Cities, and everyone is praising him as a saint. What False truth!!!
I only hope Kirby had a moment in his life after he did some of those degrading things, where he truly felt sorry for what he did and asked for true forgiveness from the people he threw around, from the people he hurt. Hopefully humility entered his heart before he died.
He unfortunately missed his chance with my friend.