I may not be the biggest Prince fan, but I am from Minneapolis. Prince is to Minneapolis what Frank Sinatra is to Hoboken. You don't have to play his music every day to be proud.
Unlike Sinatra, Prince never went Hollywood. He lived in his hometown for the rest of his life. But Prince sightings on the streets of Minneapolis were rare and legendary. You had a better chance of seeing someone pass up a pronto pup at the state fair. He wore brightly colored clothes and drove a purple motorcycle. He should have been easier to spot.
Despite being an almost mythical figure, Prince was the first major celebrity I ever saw off the clock. It was at the Target Center during the Timberwolves' epic 2004 season. They lost to the Los Angeles Lakers, mostly because of Shaquille O'Neal and Kobe Bryant, but everyone seemed to have a good time. I'm not the biggest basketball fan either. I would rather watch the Vikings lose than watch the Timberwolves lose.
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