His smile was just infectious, and that's how he played, too. He was one of those guys that it was always good to see him.
It might have been a little different if he'd gone out on his own terms. I know something changed in him. He kept the smile on . . . probably somewhere deep in his heart he was hurting.
It's a sad day, but you can't help but smile when you think of Kirby Puckett. You really appreciate his baseball ability. But this is a time to reflect on him as a person. I'm in between whether I should cry or laugh.