I first met Justin Morneau by accident, in the Twins' offices in the Metrodome, shortly after the team drafted him. This was in 1999, when the Twins were casual enough to allow a writer to occasionally wander into the wrong place at the right time.
Someone introduced me to Morneau, a third-round pick. He looked overwhelmed. He seemed to have trouble forming sentences. He was tall, rawboned yet skinny. He looked much more like the former hockey goalie he was than the future big-league star he would become.
His story in Minnesota is that of two transformations, one the result of determination, one the result of hard luck.
The first transformation changed him from an awkward kid and unpolished prospect, the kind of guy Torii Hunter wanted to punch, into a mature star, the kind of guy Hunter still praises. The second transformation prevented Morneau from becoming one of the five greatest Twins of all time.
In the wake of the trade that sent him to the Pirates for a mediocre prospect, Morneau should be remembered more for what he did for the Twins than for what one knee did to his career.
By midsummer of 2010, Morneau had made himself into one of the best players in the game. He had been named to four straight All-Star games, had won the American League MVP award in 2006 and finished second in the voting in 2008.
As good as he was in '06, Morneau was better in 2010.
On July 7 of that year the proud Canadian was enjoying his usual hero's welcome to Toronto. He had earned it. He was hitting .345 with 18 homers and 56 RBI. In '06, his combined on-base percentage and slugging percentage (OPS) was .934. In 2010 it was a stunning 1.055. Last year Miguel Cabrera, the best hitter in the game, won the MVP award and the Triple Crown with an OPS of .999.