I found the origin of the Minnesota sports curse, and it was not Gary Anderson in 1998.
I have been doing deep, highly scientific research, which means I was thinking about Minnesota sports trauma while staring into space.
And I think I found the exact moment the curse began.
It was not Gary Anderson in 1998.
It was September 28, 1995.
Dennis “El Presidente” Martínez hits our beloved Kirby Puckett in the face with a pitch.
Kirby, the smiling face of Minnesota sports, the man who made an entire state believe good things could happen, takes one to the jaw/eye area.
His season ends.
Soon after, his career ends.
And from that moment forward, Minnesota sports entered the shadow realm.
The Vikings have invented new ways to destroy the human spirit.
The Twins have spent decades treating the Yankees like a final boss they forgot to level up for.
The Wild exist purely to teach us patience without reward.
The Wolves finally gave us hope, which as every Minnesota fan knows, is the most dangerous substance on earth.
Now, before anyone gets too serious, yes, I know Kirby’s career officially ended because of glaucoma. And Dennis Martínez was a great pitcher. He even said afterward that it was one of the worst feelings he had ever had in baseball.
So this is not an attack on Dennis.
This is a curse investigation.
Because curses do not care about medical documentation.
The vibes changed that day.
The baseball gods saw Kirby Puckett go down and said, “Minnesota has had enough happiness.”
So here is my proposal:
El Presidente must issue a formal 30-second apology to the state of Minnesota.
Nothing crazy.
Just:
“Dear Minnesota, I am sorry. Kirby deserved better. You have suffered enough.”
Then we gather at the Mall of America, wave our old Metrodome Homer Hankies like it’s 1991, show Kirby’s Game 6 walk-off, have one Vikings kicker make a ceremonial 38-yard field goal, and spiritually cleanse the state.
Only then can the curse be lifted.
Until that happens, every playoff run is just the universe setting up another punchline.
Except for the Lynx.
Apparently they read the curse terms and conditions and found a loophole.
SKOL, I guess.