Weather doesn’t stop Worthington

It looked like snow.

The only problem was, it’s July.

The Worthington American Legion baseball team was playing its first-round game Tuesday afternoon in Windom.

Prior to the game, a few sprinkles graced the skies, but a quick glance upward didn’t cause any concern.

That is, until around 1:30 p.m.

The game was just 27 minutes old when the first strike of lightning was spotted. 

At 1:27 p.m., the base umpire spotted a flash of lightning to the north and pulled both teams off the field. 

Within minutes the severe weather moved into the area and seemed to hover over Island Park in Windom.

Large drops of rain sent the players — and myself — heading under the roof of the dugouts.

Before long, small pea-sized pieces of hail started to fall.

Soon, the hail became larger. For approximately 15 minutes, marble to mothball-size hail fell on Windom. Even a pair of funnel clouds made an appearance, with neither touching down.

Sitting in the dugout looking across the field, it looked as if it was snowing. The field was covered with the small pieces of ice, and along with the rain, Island Park looked as if it wouldn’t recover.

Enter Windom baseball coach Brad Schlomann and his staff.

First letting some of the rain drain naturally, the crew from Windom brought out a machine to suck up the excess water and help dry the field.

Along with both coaches, some players and even some parents raking the field, Island Park slowly became playable again.

With the sun shining, the players came out of their cover and started collecting pieces of hail to make hailballs. Picking up a wooden fungo bat, the Worthington players took turns hitting the piece of hail, which disintegrated on impact. A couple players grabbed their gloves and started playing catch with these compact peices of hail.

By 4:11 p.m., play had resumed and the Worthington players, who an hour ago figured they weren’t playing again that day, did an excellent job of refocusing on the task at hand.

“I think everybody thought we were going to pack it up, leave and play the next day,” Worthington’s Joe Ahrens said. “But we decided to refocus. I don’t think it had too much to do with it because we came out hitting the ball well. But you get cooled down and you have to rewarm up again so it takes any momentum away that you had.”

With the game in the bottom of the second inning, Worthington’s Derek Busswitz was on first. Kyle Vaske, who had an 0-1 count, was given the bunt instruction two hours earlier. On the first pitch after the long delay, he put down a sacrifice bunt to move Busswitz to second. Worthington would score three runs in the inning and eventually held on for an 11-8 victory.

Worthington then suffered a loss in its second game of the day, but not before enduring a crazy afternoon of Minnesota weather.

Mauer Power

Minnesota Twins star Joe Mauer competed in the MLB Home Run Derby in St. Louis on Monday night, losing in a "swing-off" and failing to make it out of the first round.

It was a decent showing for the two-time batting champion, who received an invitation to compete in the event after teammate Justin Morneau and a handful of other American League sluggers refused. But Mauer certainly was qualified. Despite playing in just 64 games this season, he entered the All-Star break with a career-high 15 home runs.
Joe Mauer swings during Monday's MLB Home Run Derby. (Associated Press Photo)
The St. Paul native has quieted the fans and media members who criticized him for not hitting more home runs in his first five major league seasons, and because of his sudden surge in power, Monday’s home run derby might not have been Mauer’s last.

It certainly wasn’t his first.

In 2001, following his senior season at Cretin-Derham Hall and two weeks after the Twins made him the No. 1 overall pick in the MLB draft, Mauer was one of 79 seniors from across the state who were selected by the Minnesota High School Baseball Coaches Association to participate in the Lions All-Star Tournament. The players were separated by region and divided into four teams (northern Minnesota, southern Minnesota, east metro and west metro), and more than 1,200 fans came to the Mini-Met in my hometown of Jordan to get a glimpse of the much-hyped Mauer.

The lanky left-hander, who wore round glasses and a seemingly permanent grin, must have signed hundreds of autographs for a smiling sea of kids, including two of my younger brothers, as a mass of humanity packed the wooden bleachers behind home plate, the benches near the concession area, and the grassy hill down the third-base line. When the signing period ended, and when the tournament’s home run derby was about to begin, the kids positioned themselves behind the outfield fence, hoping to retrieve one of Mauer’s blasts.

Mauer didn’t disappoint; instead, he did some damage – both literally and figuratively.

Kevin Green, a special education teacher at Jordan High School and my former eighth-grade basketball coach, was one of many Jordan residents who came to the Mini-Met to watch Mauer. He brought his wife, Laurie, and two of his sons, Tynan and Johnny.

"Laurie, myself, Johnny and Ty, we came down to watch the home run derby, and I noticed when we came into the parking lot down there at the Mini-Met that it was just full of all these Cadillacs and Lincolns and expensive vehicles," Green said. "People had come from all over the state, and I think Mauer had a pretty good following from St. Paul."

The vehicles were parked behind the outfield fence – a spot not normally used for parking at the ballpark, but because the parking lot was overflowing, many people decided to take the risk. Green had no idea that his minivan was among those vehicles.

Earlier in the day, Green’s oldest son, Timmy, and I, along with the rest of our teammates on Jordan’s varsity, B-squad and ninth-grade baseball teams, were given the responsibility of readying the field for the event. Timmy drove his dad’s minivan to the park and was told by Jordan baseball coach Kyle Johnson to park it behind the outfield fence so there would be more spots available in the parking lot for visitors.

Because we got to the park so early, we all had seats in the first row of the wooden bleachers. Others, including Green and the rest of his family, were forced to find spots standing at various areas of the complex.

"We were standing down there where you could stand behind the fence, over there somewhere behind left field," Green said. "We watched the batters go up there and hit, and only like one or two of them hit a home run over. And the next thing we know, up comes Mauer, the main attraction, and he starts hitting. And the first couple of hits, I remember, landed out in deep center field and went over the fence.

"So it’s Ty and myself, and Johnny’s running around there somewhere with the Adamek twins, Tanner and Tyler, and a bunch of other little ankle-biters, and we’re all looking at Mauer," he continued, laughing. "And then, bang, he hit a couple of home runs over. And those guys took off after the first home run went over the fence, and they run around the back of the fence. So I’m watching the show, and the next thing I know, here comes the two Adamek boys coming back around the fence, running toward me going, ‘Mr. Green! Mr. Green! Joe Mauer just knocked out your windshield!’"

One of Mauer’s many longballs had cleared the outfield fence, just to the left of the old, wooden manual scoreboard, and struck the windshield of Green’s light-blue Plymouth minivan.

"I ran out back there, and sure as hell, the whole windshield is just caved in and you could see where a baseball just smacked right into the driver’s side," Green said. "It was just sunk in. I don’t know who got the ball. Somebody said, ‘Did you get the ball?’ I wish I could have gotten it. But all I could think of is, ‘Where am I going to get $250 for the deductible?’

"All those Cadillacs and those Lincolns, and it hits my van!"

Unaware of the damage he inflicted, Mauer kept swinging and belting majestic shots over the right-field fence. At one point, after he had clinched the competition, it appeared he was trying to hit the sign – "Hit it here, Joe" – a kid was holding while standing on the scoreboard.
Joe Mauer signed this baseball for my younger brother. Mauer wore No. 16 in high school.
Mauer was the only derby participant who belted more than three home runs, and because he was the main attraction, the announcer turned on his microphone and asked the young slugger to keep swinging – even though the maximum number of outs had been recorded. Suddenly, after another blast, somebody yelled, "Hey, Joe, go right-handed." Mauer smiled, switched his grip on the bat, moved to the other batter’s box and ripped a shot that banged high off the left-field wall. The fans erupted, and Mauer acknowledged them with a modest wave before walking toward the dugout.

It’s unknown if anybody ever told the future big-league star what happened to Green’s minivan. But if Green has his way, Mauer will find out someday.

"I keep hoping that someday, by chance, I’m going to drift into him somewhere at a restaurant or something and I’m going to tell him the story," Green said, laughing. "I’m going to tell him, ‘Now that you got it made, buddy, will you give me my $250 back? I have three kids, no money and a beat-up old Plymouth Voyager.’"

Green’s story likely will live on forever among the countless other myths and legendary tales associated with Jordan baseball and the majestic Mini-Met, which both are steeped in tradition and folklore.

And so will Jacob Wolf’s story.

Many baseball fans, especially Minnesota Twins fans, will tell you that Joe Mauer struck out only once in his high school career. Jordan fans, especially those who attended the Lions All-Star Tournament at the Mini-Met in 2001, will tell you otherwise.

Wolf, the ace pitcher for Jordan’s high school baseball team, faced Mauer during one of the tournament games. With the Jordan-dominated crowd watching in anxious anticipation, the hometown kid delivered a two-strike pitch that painted the outside corner. Mighty Mauer had struck out.

The crowd erupted, including my friends and I, as Mauer walked back to the dugout with his head down. That moment likely ensured that nobody in Jordan ever will forget the name of Jacob Wolf, who currently plays amateur ball and, in his modesty, doesn’t like to talk about The Strikeout. But Jordanites do. I know some people who have called into radio stations to tell the story after hearing a host mention that Mauer struck out only once in high school. "Actually," they’ll say, "back in 2001, at the Mini-Met…"
The Mini-Met in Jordan. (Photo courtesy of Carol Casey)
There also are some who believe that Mauer actually let Wolf strike him out, allowing the Jordan crowd to celebrate an unthinkable achievement by a hometown kid. The conspiracy theory only adds to the legend and Jordan’s rich baseball history. But we may never know. Maybe Kevin Green will find out while getting his $250 back.

Karnazes completes incredible journey

Nick Karnazes set out with a goal.

He wanted to play 96 rounds of golf in 96 days in 48 states.

Less than two weeks ago, he completed his journey. Karnazes, who passed through Worthington in late May, finished exactly on time.

“I’m 100 percent completely relieved,” Karnazes said. “It was a tough challenge. My oldest son is a long-distance runner and when he runs a 200-mile race people say, ‘After you run 50 miles you must be tired. Aren’t you completely mentally fatigued when you think that you still have 150 miles to go?’ He says, ‘I don’t look at it like that, I look at it that I have to run to that next stop sign, then I have to run to that tree, then I have to run to that red convertible car.’ He calls it baby steps. You don’t look like you have to run 200 miles when you’re 50 miles into the race. He told me just before I left way back in March. He said, ‘Dad, baby steps. Don’t look at trying to complete 96 rounds, look at trying to complete the round you’re playing and what you’re going to do tomorrow. Look at one day in advance and when you finish that round, find a place to sleep, find something to eat that’s decent and don’t think it’s so (difficult).’”

He returned home June 25. On his first full day home, he did what he’s been doing for the past 96 days — he played golf. This time it wasn’t on a course halfway across the country. It was in his own backyard on a course he’s played thousands of times.

“It was absolutely fabulous,” Karnazes said. “I walked in and Dave Cook, who is the pro at San Clemente Golf Course — I’ve known him for years — he said, ‘Nick, I haven’t seen you for a while, where have you been?’ He knew darn well where I’d been, but he was teasing me.

“He said there was a tournament going on and he could get me out in an hour. I said, ‘I’m a member of the men’s club, I can play in that tournament.’ He said, ‘I know you are, Nick. There’s a single and you are the second guy up, you can play with him and two other guys playing in the tournament.’ He kept me waiting all of seven minutes before I was able to tee off.”

Back on his home course, Karnazes finished with an 84.

“I shot 42-42,” he said. “I wasn’t putting too well; I think what happened was I got used to the putting on all the different courses I played and so I wasn’t used to my own course. That threw me a curve.”

Only a few days before, Karnazes was teeing up his last shot on his final round of his incredible journey.

“… I teed the ball up and was ready to hit the last hole on my last day,” he said. “I had a tear in my eye. I stepped away and got my handkerchief and I said, ‘I think a little bug flew in my eye.’ (My playing partner) said, ‘We know what’s going on with you, Nick.’”

On this day, in Redding, Calif., he finished with an 86, completing a trip that at times, may have seemed impossible.

Before he left, his goal was 96 rounds. He accomplished more than he anticipated.

“I ended up playing more than that,” Karnazes said. “I played 108 rounds of golf because I played 12 times on my day off. Twenty times on the entire trip, I played 36 holes in one day.”

He also estimated he would drive just more than 10,000 miles. Again, he went farther than he anticipated. In all, he drove 12,763 miles, and spent just less than $2,000 on gas.

“I was thinking I would drive less, I was thinking I would drive about 10,300,” Karnazes said. “I plotted it from city to city and you get on Google and when I added up all the cities, like Oklahoma City to Wichita, Kan., it gives you mileage. All those miles added up to 10,305. However, it doesn’t allow for you, when you’re in that city, you’re not in the golf course and you have to drive six or eight miles one way. You have to go look for a Wal-Mart to buy some groceries. Some of the courses I mapped out when I was playing two different courses in a city, I would get to the first course and I had to backtrack a little bit to get to the second course.

“I was in Minnesota, I believe, when I passed 10,300 and I still had quite a bit of driving to do.”

After a stop in Sioux Falls, S.D., he was off to North Dakota. That provided another adventure for the “Happy Golfer.”

“There’s a city on the border between North Dakota and Montana and it’s called Beach,” Karnazes explained. “I live in San Clemente, which is a beach community. I know if you look in Webster’s Dictionary for the definition of a beach, ‘A large body of water mostly ocean, sometimes a lake or a river, it has sand, it has a whole bunch of people, men and women and children in bathing suits. You put on sunscreen and play with a Frisbee and you play with the waves.’

“Well, I Stayed at Beach, N.D., and that night it snowed 1 ½ inches on my windshield. I wake up in the morning to go to Montana and I don’t have an ice scraper or a snow scraper, so how am I going to get the snow off the windshield? I got a spatula that two days earlier I was making scrambled eggs in my camper and I used the spatula to get the snow off. I said, ‘I better get out of here. These North Dakota winters are very rough. So are the summers.’”

Living in San Clemente, Calif., Karnazes can golf all year round. On his trip, he encountered snow on three separate occasions.

“So much of the time, especially in the New England states, I played golf and people said that they were a little rusty because it was only their second or third round this season,” Karnazes said. “I said, ‘What do you mean this season? Because in California you play every day of the year.’

“If it gets colder than 52 degrees we fire the mayor and the city council and we get new people.”

A few days after completing his trip, Karnazes was already joking about his next adventure.

“I was telling the gal that does the Web site that I’ve been driving by, on the entire trip seeing all 48 states, I drove by courses that looked quite nice and I never had time to play them, I had to keep moving,” Karnazes said. “I said, when we set up the trip next year, we’ll play 10 courses in every state instead of two in all 48 states. It will take 480 days.”

After a laugh, he then added, “I don’t plan on taking a long trip like this.”

He was away from his house so long he almost forgot what it looked like.

“We pulled in Tuesday, and I looked at the house and I looked at the walls, and I said, ‘Did I paint these this yellow in the kitchen?’” he said. “(My wife) Fran says, ‘Yes.’ We remodeled our kitchen about two years ago and I did some painting… I said, ‘I don’t remember the yellow being this bright.’”

But Karnazes was happy to be home.

“I enjoy our camper and the driving and the aspect of camping out, but you’re kind of in a little small cage,” Karnazes said. “It’s not like you’re in a 45-foot camper, it’s a 24-footer. We live close to the beach and we have a golf course view and a beach view from our home. I just sat on our deck upstairs by the master bedroom. My wife said, ‘What are you doing?’ I said, ‘I’m just having a soft drink and looking at the ocean and remembering about how nice our place is here in San Clemente and how fortunate we are to live in southern California where you can play golf year round.’”

After all the places he saw, the people he met and the course he played, Karnazes sat down and started working on a memoir to tell of his experience.

“I wrote two chapters and I gave it to my wife — she’s a retired English teacher,” Karnazes said. “She said, ‘It really doesn’t look too bad. Who helped you with this?’ I said, ‘I did it on my own.’ She couldn’t believe it. I’m still trying to put it together and I’ve got some time now. I’m not that good of a writer, but I remember it quite well and I kept some pretty good notes on the trip of the courses and what I shot. But I also want to talk about some of the folks that I met.”

Because, for Karnazes, the trip was about more than playing golf and seeing the country. It was also about the people he met along the way.