The Twins' Mike Redmond is Minnesota's catcher in the raw

IT'S MAY 2, and the Metrodome is packed. But it's not just the typical Saturday swell choking the seats. Just a shade after 7 p.m., the crowd is on its feet, applauding wildly. Joe Mauer, their Spartan hero, is stepping into the box for his first at-bat of 2009.

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The Minnesota Twins' Mike Redmond

courtesy of Patti Redmond

Pat Jr. and Mike Redmond were 12 when their team won the Kirkland, Washington, city championships

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Mauer sits on a ball outside the zone. Then, unflinching, he takes a called strike, steps from the box for a practice swing, and gets down to work. The next pitch is a belt-high fastball from the Royals' Sidney Ponson. It's a mistake pitch, and Ponson knows it before it leaves his hand. Out over the heart of the plate it floats, and Mauer turns on it with a stroke as smooth as silk, sending the rawhide sailing over the leftfield wall to clatter into the seats. A home run, on his first swing of the year. Over the airwaves, the color man announces it simply: "Welcome back."

Mauer trots around the bases, basking in the fans' hysteria at this impossible feat, and meets his teammates at the dugout's top step. After he's run a gauntlet of high fives and backslaps, he finds his spot on the bench, beside number 55, the veteran catcher with a sore shoulder and a hard head. Redmond smacks Mauer across the back of the head, laughs broadly, and puts his arm around him. The Old Dog is smiling, the young hero by his side.