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Somewhere around row 22, section 3 in the left field bleachers in Bloomington, Minnesota. at the now leveled Metropolitan Stadium, the Old Met as we called it, where the Twins used to play between nineteen sixty one and nineteen eighty one. There it was that I learned a harsh, cruel lesson about life. I learned a lot of lessons about life, but that day culminated them all together. It's been forty one years since then, August of nineteen seventy nine.
Back then I was involved in professional organized baseball. I even made it to the major leagues. It was big money for me, surrounded by fans, people trying to get my attention. The twins' owner signed my checks. and it was more cash than I could fathom.
But it was, however, not as a left fielder that I made my name for the Minnesota Twins. I did play baseball, but not for the Twins. I was only a high school player for the Kennedy Eagles.
Now my place in the majors was as a seller of hot dogs at the game. I started with soda and popcorn, then worked my way up to frosty malts and snow cones. But my highest levels were reached as a hot dog vendor. That was big time for me. SELING SHWIGERT TENDERBITE HOD DOGS Those sumptuous tubes I sold for a dollar.
Served up by a kid who would one day become Sports Illustrated writer Steve Russian, He was then just a fourteen year old kid who forked boiled wieners and put em on buns for me, stuffed em in a wax paper package, and once in a while the gifted SI journalist to be would fling one hot dog to me seeing how hungry and sweaty I was. Every time I scrambled down the steps to Russian's post in the commissary in center field behind the fence next to the scoreboard, Steve Russian would fling a hot dog to keep me going. I will never forget him for that gift. Baseball is good because of people like Steve Russian. And because it's slow and dramatic and there's time to learn how to live life well.
Baseball is played in a crowd in an artificially made city park. with people sitting on top of each other, crowding into you, elbows and kneecaps a little too tight, You see, baseball in a stadium with 20,000 or 30,000 or 45,000 people puts you in a different world. the smells, the sounds, the echoing crack of a Louisville slugger. The force of a Bob Casey announcer saying, Now batting for the Twins, number twenty-nine, the second baseman, Rod. Karoo.
or how he used to say in that buzz saw voice, No smoking in the Metrodome No smoking And there you would see Kent Herbeck at first bass, while Casey crooned that anti nicotine song. There was my Kennedy high school mate. our Varsity Eagle first baseman pitcher. pretending to smoke while mister Casey yelled No smoking and Herbeck would wave his arms, saying, No, no, you can't do that And we loved it. That's what happens when you put twenty somethings in a stadium tucked inside a place with twenty five hundred fans or twenty five thousand fans and the noises and hot dogs and vendors the players all blending together with the PA man.
A symphony of sports and people and life.
Something better happens when you give a seventeen year old a cooler of hot dogs. and you point to the crowd and say Go sell these. You learn about the world selling hot dogs at a ball game.
So now when I'm living with the rest of you during this global pandemic, I pine for the crowds. And those days at the Old Met, I think about August 1st, 1979, when I learned about crowds in humility and revenge and hot dogs. The Old Met was a hodgepodge patchwork of a sports venue. Almost modular, The infield was made of black soil like it was from the Red River Valley of the North. It was a small stadium that could hold up to 45,000 people, even more for the Vikings games, but it was.
Well, a little backward. But we loved it because It was ours. It was not New York, it was not LA, it was not Chicago, it was not Wrigley, it was not Saint Louis. Just Old Metz Stadium built in Bloomington, Minnesota. on a onion field next to the Minnesota River.
Now it's the Mall of America, but then it was just a training ground for life. That day I muttered, Hot dogs. I was mad. Hot dogs. It was a hot day, so I would sell about thirty six, maybe seventy two hot dogs.
That was it. while my friends during that hot knot hole afternoon game would be making twenty per cent commission on snow cones or malt cups by the hundred. I asked our commissary manager, mister Dillon, The cigar smoking vendor boss, if maybe, just maybe, just for a Wednesday day game with eighty three degree heat, For a Twins game against the Oakland A's, if I could sell 75 cent malt cups or snow cones instead of hot, hot, hot dogs. Dillon, to my incredulity, said No Sell hot dogs. What?
I said. Come on. I'm a hot dog vendor. I'm an upper class sales rep. It was not quite beer vendor level, but way above the soda hawkers and the lads selling popcorn.
Hot dog vendors had status. We could cry out with our throats wide open. The veteran first-team major league Schweigard vendors. Hot dogs, get your hot dogs here. It was the rookies who had no choices.
Peanuts, yes, they had clout, but hot dog vendors were supposed to get their way, so I asked Dylan if I could sell snow cones. But he said, No, we're not going to do that. On a knot hole Wednesday at three PM, with only five thousand seven hundred and eleven fans in the park that day, selling for a team that would draw the fewest fans of any team in the American League that year. an average of nine thousand nine hundred fans per game. Those poorly middling twins were letting go of all their stars because mister Griffith was too tight to pay them.
and the fans stayed away in droves. We in turn were destined to watch players like Rick Soufield and Willie Norwood instead of Larry Heisel and Gregg Nettles and Lyman Bostock and Rod Carew. The crowds were so thin so we figured if we showed up on a sweltering eighty three day to sell hot dogs we could at least sell something cold. But Dillon said no chance, and that ticked me off.
So my co working underlings, vendors one through two hundred and ninety nine, were selling cold items and making big fat coin. And I would be selling steaming hot dogs to little children who did not want to eat something hot. and maybe make $14 for the day. That was wrong. Hot dogs I growled.
To top it off, Section three was filled with little children, tiny humans with small coins and no desire to eat hot Schweigert tender bites. They crowded the aisles in such a way that I couldn't get to my spot. At the Old Met, the high school vendors all staked their claim This guy in the third base seats. That guy in the second deck behind home. But I and my gentle giant friend Gunner, that six foot four first base back up to Kent Herbeck at Kennedy High School, Gunner and I would claim the first deck of left field.
We owned it. It was ours. It was our unquestioned capitalistic domain. But those knothole kids got in for free with an adult who paid three dollars for a ticket. And any old guy, Who paid that little for a ticket?
Was not going to spend a dollar for the junior knot-hole kids he crowded into his Ford galaxy. for a free knothole game on an eighty three degree day in Minnesota.
So that was my mindset. going into row thirty two that August first day. During the middle of the first inning, then and there I decided I was gonna have my way. I decided to break vendor's code rules. Yes, I was mad so I could do it.
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During the middle of the first inning, then and there I decided I was gonna have my way. I decided to break vendors' code rules. Yes, I was mad so I could do it. Rule number one for vendors was always Never walk on the bleacher seat backs. Unthinkable.
You have to walk down the aisle. But no, I said I was like Herbie Brooks, the passionate Minnesota born Saint Paul side coach of the Gophers in team USA hockey. Not to day, not to night. I was sick and tired of kids and crowds, and sick and tired of hearing how people had to follow the rules.
So I was cruising down those bleacher back steps. Row 22, row 21, and I was carrying my 36 hot dogs in a candy apple plastic tub, my vendor number 311 button flapping on my hat, my crisp linen vendor shirt, my coin apron clanking and clinking down the aisle with me, and I was feeling good. I was feeling right. All the way down row 25, 24, 23. I was going great, my athletic poise carrying the day.
Not a worry. But then came row 22, and there my ankle turned on the top of that bleacher. My Nike high top twisted and my left knee wrenched itself between seats 14 and 15. My chest heaved into row 21 and my hot dog cooler popped and bounced onto rows 19 and 20. My wax paper baggies spilled out Schweigert tender bites and they slinkied and wobbled between seats twelve and thirteen and fifteen.
Coins from my apron sprinkled and chinkled and rolled and little knot hole children, those thieves, pounced on my quarters, four dollars' worth of them, and liberated them from my care. One wiener splunched underneath my foot, and a teenage kid, some gearhead with orange hair, pointed and stared and said, Ha look at that look at that kid His friends laughed hard and they pointed at me with their fingers at my vulnerable position, and laughed like mockers and scoffers.
Some hot dogs escaped while I picked up my coins. My red face was With anger looking back at them and watching those pre-adolescent pirates scooping up my change, and it was all gone. It was there I realized Yes, you have to pay for your misdeeds.
Some people get away for their disorder, But not me. It was there that I realized there is no true justice in this world, in this dark, dark planet. unlike what I learned in elementary school in Bloomington, Minnesota, in the lower class suburbs, or in Sunday school at the Lutheran Church. I learned that we are not all family. We are not all brothers and sisters, are we?
We are not like Neil Diamond saying, Hands, touching hands, reaching out, touching me, touching you. That's not true, is it, sweet Caroline? No, my friends, we are cheaters and thieves and out to get the goods, and no, we are not going to all wear masks and stay home and ride the coronavirus out. we are going to take what is ours and point and laugh at the man with the hot dogs stumbling over row twenty two and twenty one at the Met Stadium. You know Such cold hard truths you can only learn.
personally. and I learned them at the Old Met Stadium.
Now I'm a Lutheran pastor, the father of nine children, the grandfather of seven. I've pastored souls in northern Minnesota, and I have cared for parishioners in Southern California, too.
Now I'm a coach and advisor to twenty pastors of new churches all across America, and I'm a friend and father to seven adult children and two teenagers. and what I really want to tell them is summarized in five words Guard your hot dogs, Bub. A Scandinavian American Anglo guy can have heroes. And they were people of all races and all creeds. every class.
We respected Mohammed Ali from Kentucky. But he really was from the whole world. We wished we were Tony Oliva the Cuban, and Ken Landrew. the Angelino from LA. We adored Kirby Puckett.
and we loved Ozzie Smith from Watts, and Rod Carew was from New York, but they were all ours. They were Minnesota twins, they were baseball players, and they belonged to us. We imitated them, we swung like them, And that's good because it's baseball in a crowd in an artificially made city park. with people sitting on top of each other. During the COVID season, you think about times like that.
And you wish we could learn to get along better. We could learn to... Get along and follow the rules and put on a mask or watch from home and Don't sing in front of a big crowd of people and spread your germs for Pete's sake. Don't smoke. Not in the metrodome or anywhere else.
But now I'm living with the rest of you during this global pandemic, and I pine for those simpler days and the crowds, and everything I learned from what I'm missing to day. I remember one day selling hot dogs on the other side of the stadium when the Yankees were playing the Twins in a night game at the Old Met. I wandered away from left field and was selling on the second deck side. infield. by first base.
Everybody stopped selling and the fans stood up when the Yankee slugger Reggie Jackson stepped into the box. When the Yankees came to the Met it was always a sell out, or nearly so. The usually empty seats would fill with over forty thousand fans. They came to see mostly Reggie Jackson or to jeer him. Doug Corbett was the reliever.
Twenty thousand voices yelled, hoping Doug Corbett would strike Reggie Jackson out. Jackson was controversial and lovable and hateable all at once, because he enjoyed himself and loved to hit that little round ball as far and hard as he could. Like Mohammed Ali, he was the straw that stirred the drink or, like I would tell my little grandchildren, the popsicle stick that stirs the hot chocolate. Once Jackson said I don't come to New York to become a star. I brought my star with me.
We loved him for saying that, and we knew it was true. He also famously said After Jackie Robinson? Referring to the first black player to break into the major leagues? After Jackie Robinson, the most important black player in baseball is Reggie Jackson. And he added, I really mean that.
But my favorite quote of all time from mister October is how he described dealing with defeat. I was reminded, Jackson said. When I lose a strike out, A billion people in China don't care. I think that's about the way it is. That day at the Old Met I put down my hot dog cooler and just watched Jackson with two men on base and the Yankees down by two facing Corbett and the forty thousand Minnesotans in the eighth inning.
He turned and twisted on the first pitch. missing wildly, and we all laughed as the umpire called Strike One. He swung with as much gusto as that red headed bozo who laughed at me when I tripped on row twenty two. Yes, we yelled. Strike him out Get him The second pitch was a curve ball, and Jackson flailed again, spinning on his heels, falling on his right hip.
Sprawling into the dirt. Oh, how we jeered Victory was so sweet, we thought. Two strikes on Reggie Jackson. And then came three wasted pitches, and Jackson watched them all and waited for the 3-2 pitch. And you're listening to Jim Johnson in Minneapolis.
He's also a pastor. As he mentioned. And by the way, to hear his story that he lasted with us, Everett's last Christmas Carol. Go to ouramericanstories.com and in the search bar, just put in his name. But my goodness, I love that term pre-adolescent pirates.
Because you could see those kids just scurrying around, stealing every last quarter, nickel, and dime. Yes, you do pay for your misdeeds, he learned. When we come back. more of the terrific storyteller. And my goodness, we have so many across our country, so many of you the listeners.
are actually our very best. Storytellers, right up there with the best authors and the most famous storytellers in this great country. Jim Johnson's story continues here. on our American stories. Spending time outdoors, then let's talk about skin cancer.
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Mm-hmm. And we continue with our American stories and Jim Johnson's story. Let's pick up where we last left off. When it came, Jackson spun and the bat cracked. And the ball sailed into the ether.
It became as small in the sky as a tiny aspirin. It soared into the right field bleachers. And strangely. We all cheered for him. Even the Twins fans.
To watch a man love adversity, stand up there and swing at all his enemies, devil may care. He sends a baseball into obscurity and he trots around the bases with a half smile and a victor's jog. Oh, how we loved him Jackson once said he prays before a Homer, and he tells the Lord, he says, Please God, let me hit one. I'll tell everyone you did it. That suits me just about fine.
Back in lower middle class Bloomington, I learned at the Met that there is no Utopia nothing comes for free. There was no room for Everybody to worry about not getting treated right? People on the bottom can rise up and learn. There's room for the tall and the proud to fall, and there's room for the lower bottom feeders to rise up. Those are the low down truths.
If they say to sell hot dogs, sell hot dogs, and smile. If you spill some mustard, rub it on your pants and wash your hands and keep going. My favorite vendor was an aging black man named Paps. He sold beer, which I did not do or drink to this day, but I admired how Pap sold it. He was at least seventy five years old, and he smoked a pipe while he sold.
He weighed about two hundred and fifty pounds, and he sweat and smiled and carried his forty pound boxes of schlitz or grain belt or paps blue ribbon. And when he sold he did not yell. He confidently smiled a half smile, like Reggie Jackson and often sat down with the fans. took a break. He wore this rainbow colored umbrella type hat, and he talked and he spoke really soft, saying, Hey, coal beer, he said.
So refreshing. Paps was living life and enjoying it. And everybody loved him. He was a laid back man of confidence and love, and oh, how I wish I had those gifts Fans love to buy from Paps. Also at the Met, there was a scorebook vendor named Donnie.
He had Down's syndrome, as I recall. His glasses were usually crooked, and his shirt usually rode up too high up his back. His pants were loose, so you saw the top of his sweaty behind above the band of his underwear. We didn't look too close over there, but I learned to look really close at his face. Donnie was into it, and he loved his job.
Twin scorecard here. Get your scorecard. He drooled a little, but that was okay. We learned to accept it. There is dignity in work and showing up to sell programmes, was Donnie's work.
Hi, Donnie, I learned to say to him. I learned to treat him with honor. I learned everybody counts. I learned God loves them all. and he loves you too.
I also learned as a vendor about competition. One day during a Vikings game, Tom Vandervoort. Vendor number 322 got too close to Doug Janzig, vendor 346. At half time we learned to order a double or a triple load of seventy two hot dogs or a hundred and eight cramming them into our cooler. And then we would stand at the back of the line where the fans waited at the concession stand.
maybe eight or nine people deep. We opened up the cooler. Let the smell just waft out. And then we looked at the people waiting in the back. And we would coo to them.
Hot dogs here. Get your hot dogs. And on a cold day you could sell about ninety hot dogs in about five minutes. but you had to stake your claim and take your spot at the back of that concession stand. On one fateful Saturday night, vendor 322 placed his cooler.
adjacent to Janzig. Vendor 346 A turf war ensued. Hey, get out of my spot, said Doug. Forget it, said Tom. Move out of here.
said Doug. No, you move, said Tom. Hard words grew into curses, and curses became threats, and then came the ultimate. The yellow mustard bottle was pointed. Get out of here, squirt squirret.
Tom responded, what are you doing? Squirt, squirrel, squirt. Before it was over, all 200 dogs were unsold, and two vendors were covered with mustard. It was like a moment of eminent domain against free markets, competition against first come, first served. And in the end, Two vendors battled it out and both lost.
Two competitors that day were done selling. You know, in this world Had the old met and in this life You gotta learn to get along. Isn't that part of what we're learning today? During this crisis, we have the masked people and the non-maskers. The closer downs against the let it be and live your life vers It's us against them.
It's the haves versus the have-nots. It's the rioters against law and order. It's sometimes deadly. and it's sometimes just fine. But somehow, some way We have to learn to get along.
Like Reggie Jackson prayed it, Please, God, let me hit this one out. Let's get through this with love and patience and confidence and joy. We'll do our best and learn not to fight. We'll try to get along, we'll sell our hot dogs, we'll learn to love the poor man, selling score cards. And we'll try to keep the mustard bottles to ourselves.
During this COVID crisis, this great lockdown, the sports shutdown, I listened to WCCO, The Good Neighbor to the Great Northwest. And I listen to the old games. I hear Corey Provis and Dan Gladden and I smile. or I tune in and hear Tim Gordon or Herb Carniel from days before. And I wish man I wish I was selling hot dogs again.
They're starting up the baseball season again, but what's baseball without the crowds?
Well, it's still baseball, I suppose. My mom would have been watching it. She was a devoted fan. But twins games without hot dog sales? Yeah, I think we can do it, but I still smell it good and real when I think about it and wish for better days.
When the new season starts I will watch it. It's baseball and it makes me feel good. It makes me remember Donnie the Vender and Steve Rushen flipping me a hot dog from behind a commissary counter and it reminds me of Reggie Jackson. It reminds me of Kirby Puckett and those great rare athletes, black and white, Latino or Californians, unusual people who can show up for work every day. who learned to slap a curve ball to the opposite field and sling an inside cutter down the left field line, or stroke a high fastball up the middle, or drive a towering fly ball way back, way back over the left field fence.
They do things so few athletes can do. And I'll love them and admire them. and I'll watch them hit it hard, driving it like Kirby Puckett. who always said, See the ball hit the ball, or like Nelson Cruz, Gripping and ripping those bomba homers, all wrists, all out, as the Twins did last year. Three hundred and seven home runs in one year, one more than the Yankees.
How good did that feel? It felt like Justice to me.
So what did I learn on august first, nineteen seventy nine, and what happened to those hot dogs?
Well, let's be real. And let's be honest. That fall over row 22 to 19 was a beautiful day for learning humility, and I did learn. You can't walk over the bleacher backs. And you don't have to live your life worrying about selling snow cones or hot dogs.
Just do what you're supposed to do. Life is what you make it, and you don't have to whine. But what's the end of the story?
Well I'll tell you if you don't tell anybody else. I did pick up every one of those hot dogs. I picked up myself and gathered my pride. I walked out of left field and strode over to center field three sections away, and yes, I sold every last one of those hot dogs. And I felt good about it too.
Is it justice? No. But at the time, On that eighty three degree night, it seemed like the right thing to do. To make the best of it. And that's what I'm encouraging you to do.
Let's all do it, as Americans. Let's face the crisis in the face. and make the best of it without complaining. And don't squirt anybody with a mustard bottle, okay? And that was Jim Johnson.
And again, he's a longtime pastor who lives in Rogers, Minnesota. And my goodness, what storytelling here? We met Paps, we met Donnie, we met an ecosystem, and we all work with people who are different than us. And you can crow and complain, and we know those people who do that all day long. Or you can get on with it and make the best.
of everything. and see that all of us can work together to do some pretty interesting things in our lives. And what did he learn most of all that there's dignity in work? And there is. And lessons are learned every day by work of every kind.
Jim Johnson's story, his baseball story, His love story with his sport and his town here. on our American stories. Spending time outdoors, then let's talk about skin cancer. Non-melanoma skin cancers, or NMSCs, including basal cell carcinoma and cutaneous squamous cell carcinoma, are the most common cancers in the U.S. and can become harder to treat if left undetected.
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