Given my unflappable love of Minnesota sports, it might surprise some of my most loyal readers (ahem…ignore the deafening noise of crickets that has suddenly overwhelmed your quiet solitude) that I am not the son of born-and-bred Minnesotans. Yes indeed, my parents are from Iowa. Dubuque, to be exact. In fact, they spent 26 years living in a different state—22 in Iowa—before they landed here in the great state of Minnesota. It should come as no surprise that they weren’t exactly bleeding maroon and gold when they arrived here back in 1976 and began the process of constructing their...




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