By Jordan Osterman, NSC Media Intern
Natural disasters have always plagued civilization. It's something we have to live with. No matter how well prepared we are to fend it off, Mother Nature has and always will have the power to lay the smack down on us.
As Minnesotans, we usually get a pretty mild dose of this kind of wrath. We're well north of tornado alley, so twisters are pretty few and far between. And Smokey the Bear usually helps keep us in good shape from forest fires (and wolves apparently). And we're thousands of miles away from bodies of water that can whip up hurricanes.
That's what we thought in the media bullpen. Until the storm of the summer; nay the storm of the year, hit our cubicle: Hurricane Jake.
Last week everything seemed to be going fine. Fluffy white clouds and happy birds filled a clear blue sky. Even the most veteran of sailors surely couldn't have felt in their bones a storm sneaking up on the National Sports Center. But sneak up it did.
Abby Maxson had assembled the webcasting crew for an important meeting. Everything seemed to be going fine. Then it hit.
Abby screamed. Cory yelled. I laughed. The damage from the disaster was almost incomprehensible. It took Brandon Radeke a full five minutes to reattach the desk and repair what had been done. Walking into the bullpen now you would hardly know anything had happened. But our memories tell us better. No one will ever forget when hurricane Jake struck in July of 2010.
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