“Growing up in Minneapolis, my brothers and I would get in fist fights over who got to “be” Killebrew when we played baseball.”
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Well at least the loser could be Tony Oliva!
Heh, interesting enough — There were 4 boys in my family, the “runner-up” in the melee got to be Oliva!
The losers could be anyone else, except Babe Ruth. No one was allowed to be Babe Ruth.
Great memories.