Manitoba Sports Hall of Fame and Museum

The Manitoba Sports Hall of Fame and Museum is a museum in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, dedicated to the history of sport in Manitoba and honouring the best in sport. The organization began in 1980 and in 1993, a museum was opened in The Forks. After five years, the museum moved to The Bay store on Portage Avenue.

Exhibits of Manitoba's sports teams and honoured athletes are displayed in the museum.


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