Spaghetti Baseball
Spaghetti Baseball
By John Sickels
(This is an edited and revised version of an article originally published in March of 2005)
Saturday, June 13, 1976. I was eight years old. My parents decided that it was time for me to spend some time away from home for the first time, so it was off to summer camp at the Episcopal Center for Camps and Conferences north of Des Moines.
The first thing I remember that Saturday morning was walking out of the house into what felt like a blast furnace: it was hot, humid, windy.
Mid-June is the heart of tornado season in central Iowa, and on the afternoon of June 13th the atmosphere would explode.
On the way to camp, we drove through a hellacious thunderstorm including large hail and fierce winds. After awhile, we broke out into a clear area of the storm. And off in the distance, we saw this:

Tornado at Jordan, Iowa, June 13, 1976 (Iowa State University photo)
It was an F5 tornado, and one of the most powerful ever recorded in modern times. Dr. Theodore Fujita, renowned tornado researcher and developer of the famous F-scale for tornado damage, once remarked that this particular tornado was the strongest he had ever studied. The tornado hit a small town called Jordan, annihilating it. Remarkably, no one was killed. The tornado stayed in rural areas, which was most fortunate. A shift of just a few miles would have brought this monster through the heart of Ames, Iowa.
Witnessing this thing had quite an impact on my impressionable young mind. I decided that I wanted to be a "weatherman," a meteorologist. I read everything I could find about severe weather, thunderstorms, tornadoes. It was one of my biggest passions as a child and teenager, along with baseball.
Unfortunately, once I got into high school, I discovered that I was not very good at advanced math. And I was especially bad at physics. I could understand the general theory behind everything, but when it came down to pencil and paper and formulas and a scientific calculator, my mind would blank. I eventually came to the realization that I wasn't cut out to be a real meteorologist, so it just became another hobby.
The internet is a boon to severe weather nuts like myself. When I got on line in 1996, I discovered a wealth of information available, things I could only have dreamed of having access to previously: model outputs, mesoscale discussions, convective forecasts, raw severe weather data, etc. No longer did I have to rely on local TV to let me know when a tornado watch was up: I could read the watch prediction itself right off the net, including the detailed reasons why the forecasters felt the watch was needed.
The second thing I do every morning during the spring and summer, after checking the baseball scores, is to log onto the Storm Prediction Center website and check out the risks for severe weather in Kansas. Over the last few years, I've learned more and more about the various computer models and forecasting tools.
Now, understand, I wouldn't even call myself an "amateur meteorologist." I understand this stuff a lot more than I did five or ten years ago, but when the discussions start getting too technical my eyes still bleed. I can look at the SPC Mesoscale Analysis page and figure out where the big danger spots are. . .I can tell you to watch for the spots with 4000 CAPE, but I'm still can't make sense of a sounding or a hodograph on my own.
OK, enough jargon dropping. So what does any of this have to do with baseball?
Weather is a natural system. It is somewhat predictable, if you have enough data. Baseball players (and human beings in general) are also natural systems, and with enough data they are also somewhat predictable.
Meteorologists use computer models when making their forecasts. Each model uses a different set of assumptions in taking a data set and projecting it out into the future. If you poke around the internet, you will find charts like this one:

This is a chart of "model output ensembles," commonly called a "spaghetti diagram." Each line on the chart represents the output of a different computer model, in this case projecting the flow of the jet stream. A meteorologist making a forecast will consult different models that use different assumptions, to get an idea of the possible outcomes of the current situation.
There is more to it than just that, however. No good meteorologist will rely only on the computer data: there is a place for intuition, instinct, "gut feeling" if you will. I personally believe that what we call "intuition" is often an expression of subconscious pattern recognition on the part of the human mind. No good meterologist will make a forecast based on one computer model alone. She will sift through all of the data and model outputs and make her own judgment.
Baseball player prediction systems like PECOTA or ZIPS operate on the same basic assumption as weather models. They are much less complex, of course, since there are fewer variables to consider. The parallels can only be drawn so far between weather and baseball, but they are there.
Of course, even the best model and the best human forecaster screws up sometimes. "High Risk" severe weather days sometimes result in nothing but a bit of wind and lightning. . .all the known parameters come together, but something just isn't quite right. . .perhaps the wind shear was less than forecast, or a cirrus shield prevented the atmosphere from destabilizing.
In baseball, this is the "can't miss" prospect who misses, sometimes due to injury, and sometimes for no obvious reason at all. Forecasting a player's career is easier once a player gets into professional baseball obviously, and we have minor league data to work with, just as forecasting the weather is easier from one day out than seven. When looking at players in the draft, we are basically making a long-term forecast with a limited set of data.
Prepare to break out your intuition and observational skills for an upcoming draft discussion thread at noon CDT.
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Jordan tornado
Tornadoes fascinate me as well. I never had the desire to be a weatherman, but I've been through two myself: one in Huntsville, Alabama, in 1974, and the second in Fort Worth in 1984. I'll never forget seeing that one as long as I live, and it was an F1 at best. I can't imagine being face to face with an F5.
I completely sympathize with your problems with higher math and physics. I'd always liked history better anyway, but after running into pre-calculus and physics my junior year of high school, I took the same path you did. Thankfully, the BA and MA programs in history at UT-Arlington didn't require much math or science!
tornadoes
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by rdiersin on Mar 17, 2005 2:53 PM EST reply actions
Weather
I am interested in weather. I live in SW Florida, so I get afternoon thunderstorms in the summer and some tropical weather and hurricanes and that crap in the summer and early fall. What really got me interested in weather was the 1995 hurricane season where I got to drive through a hurricane (Erin) on the way to Ohio and then coming back being welcomed by Tropical Storm Jerry that dropped 16 inches of rain in about a day. Floods are quite awesome. There really never are destructive, major floods in Florida since the land is flat and that's probably a good thing. I have never seen a tornado though. I'm in my junior year of high school and am taking pre-calculus and physics and am doing pretty well and find it interesting.
I lived through the PA Tornadoes of 1985
Some were F5s too. Fortunately or unfortunately, I did not directly witness a twister while it was on the ground. I later found out that different funnel clouds dropped near to and around where I lived. Friends talked of seeing huge industrial enclosures flying through the air. Two worked for the electrical company and spent the next weeks working overtime to clean up the mess. Albion, PA took a hard hit. I should take a drive up to see how it’s doing now that the town has had time to rebuild and restore itself. Nevertheless, I stood on my porch and saw large hailstone pummel the neighbor’s car while high winds shook the trees. I could feel the thing coming before it arrived.
I also lived through a major flood and an earthquake (minor).
I always heed weather emergency warnings. This dates to the Tornadoes of 1985.
s.zielinski
I lived through the PA Tornadoes of 1985
Some were F5s too. Fortunately or unfortunately, I did not directly witness a twister while it was on the ground. I later found out that different funnel clouds dropped near to and around where I lived. Friends talked of seeing huge industrial enclosures flying through the air. Two worked for the electrical company and spent the next weeks working overtime to clean up the mess. Albion, PA took a hard hit. I should take a drive up to see how it’s doing now that the town has had time to rebuild and restore itself. Nevertheless, I stood on my porch and saw large hailstone pummel the neighbor’s car while high winds shook the trees. I could feel the thing coming before it arrived.
I also lived through a major flood and an earthquake (minor).
I always heed weather emergency warnings. This dates to the Tornadoes of 1985.
s.zielinski
Jordan Tornado
I was 7 back then, and we were heading north from Boone to our farm just south of Stratford on R27 in the backseat of our ‘73 Cutlass Supreme. It was really steamy and hot, but my parents had the windows wide open and were puffing away (back then, pops would make a choice between opening the windows or running the air. You couldn’t have both at the same time as he tried to improve gas mileage).
Anyway, this was a county road that ran along a high (for Iowa) ridge line about three miles west of Jordan (pretty much the opposite side of what the picture was taken from). From our vantage point, I felt like I could touch the crazy deep navy blue clouds that hung just over my head. The tornado was not near as defined form that side of it, not at all. In fact, we didn’t even know what we were looking at. To the left of us was blue sky and sun, and then it looked like these creepy clouds started a couple of miles to the west of us and then ran from left to right and then sharply down into the ground a few miles away. You could only see about two miles from that ridge, which was very abnormal, usually you could see most of the way into Ames, about 10 miles away.
It wasn’t raining, windy, or anything. In fact, it never did rain that day on us, even when we got to the farm. It wasn’t until we got a call a couple of hours later that we saw that Jordan was no more. Although even small by Iowa standards, Jordan had about 25 homes, a grain elevator, convenience store, and a lumber yard.
We had friends that lived there, so we loaded up in the pickup to head down late that evening to help salvage what we could, and to pick up grandpa who had started down the road in our 806 Farmall loader so it could be of use the next morning.
I was in Parkersburg a day after it got leveled in ‘08, and we’ve all seen the pictures of Joplin and Alabama where everything is flattened rubble and the trees are all stripped of leaves, limbs and bark….none of them compare to Jordan.
There was nothing left. No piles of debris, no overturned cars, no bare tree trunks where 100 year old cottonwoods stood….there was NOTHING except the concrete stoops left, and even those had moved from their original locations. All of the tons of debris were scattered for miles and miles, up to 13 miles ‘downrange’.
I don’t retain a lot of childhood memories, but that weird cloud and the aftermath will stick with me till the day I day.
On a post script, our friends were one of the few to rebuild in Jordan and remain there to this day, and our farm got hit the next day by an F1 that ran all the way up to us from Ogden, taking out our corncrib but missing our brand new brooderhouse that was 50 feet away and directly in the path the twister took.
wow
How amazing that we both saw that storm! In my case we were in a 72 Buick LeSabre. And like you, I remember how hot it was that day.
That is odd...
…the more I think about it. I thought it was interesting that you graduated at that ‘other’ school on Aurora (we moved down in ’84 during the farm crisis), but not many around here even remember that monster, let alone saw it.
…and I wanted to be a hydraulic engineer to design flood walls and such, until like so many around here today, I took that first engineering math class at DMACC and figured that that wasn’t for me. Scared me more than fastball headed straight to my ribs.
I've always gotten as geeky about the weather as I have baseball, too.
And my aspirations for being a meteorologist died about the same time as my aspirations to be a baseball player did — Couldn’t hit; couldn’t do advanced math.
Xenia Tornado
John,
I was born in a small midwestern city called Xenia (ZENYA), Ohio that in 1974 was destroyed by an F5 tornado. Its on the weather channel all the time as one of the worst, if not the worst tornados of all-time. Now, I wasn’t alive when it hit but my mother was doing dishing at the time and saw t go right now. The town, honestly, has still never recovered and then another tornado hit in 2000. Sad
http://www.ohiohistory.org/etcetera/exhibits/swio/pages/content/1974_tornado.htm

Wow....
…I love that radar image at the beginning. That is a n-a-s-t-y hook echo. I don’t think I’ve ever seen one that defined.
I’m too young to remember that one, but it just goes to prove that mother nature isn’t really getting any more violent, we’re just getting more densely populated.
wow
Incredible hook echo on an old WSR-57 weather radar. I’d love to see what that storm looked like on a modern Doppler WSR-88D
Brings back memories
Long-time reader, first-time commentator.
I grew up in Boone. I was 7 when the tornado hit Jordan and remember it well. Mom and us three boys spent some time that afternoon in the basement under our table. Dad was working over in Ames.
Back then, there were no cell phones, no laptops, and no Weather Channel. And the local channels?…their weather folks had no real way to “see” tornadoes unless they were spotted by law enforcement. You were pretty much on your own or you called friends (on your rotary phone – remember those?!?) to find out what they were seeing.
So when the sirens sounded and it looked ominous outside (and it did that day), you simply made for the basement. Times have really changed.
You mentioned the Episcopal Center…is that the one north of Boone? If so, we camped out there many times.
Anyways, great story.
Regards,
Joel

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