Like Hanzel, Smith was a little better on the gridiron, too. In 1941, he won the Heisman Trophy as a running back for another national champion, the Minnesota Gophers. My mom worked for his dad, Lucious, who practiced law in Faribault until he was well into his 90s.
A decade later my mom's cousin, Albert J. "Cody" Hanzel, coached St. Paul Marshall to the 1947 boys state basketball tournament where, well, okay, they lost 2 out of 3 to Crosby-Ironton 36-31 and Granite Falls (and Dave Hegna, who like Norlander also led Hamline to a national championship in 1951) 38-15. In between they hammered Austin 62-51.
The Hanzels, in short, had some athletic genes. I have a couple of cousins who played quarterback at Rochester John Marshall back when that really meant something. One won a scholarship to the U of M, the other was the starting QB at St. Olaf. The rest of us weren't quite as successful. They say that sometimes it skips a generation, or three.
Anyway, short story long. There are a couple of Hanzels who play ball for the Henry Sibley boys. I won't embarrass them or their mom by telling you who they are, but she (their mom) is my first cousin once removed and one of the finest ladies you would ever want to know. And, I will mention that one of them (the boys) made a game-winning shot at the buzzer in a really really big game this past year.
And now Tom Dasovich has done it. He's broken the cardinal rule. He's screwing with the Hanzels, packin' up his bags and leaving Henry Sibley behind and moving on down the road to coach at Minnetonka High. And as a result, someday when you least expect it, someplace that the Hanzels got their fingerprints on--Faribault or New Prague or Montgomery, or maybe Roseville or Hill-Murray, or Detroit Lakes or Pierz, or more likely Henry Sibley itself--one of these schools is gonna rise up and kick your ass, Mr. Dasovich. And when they do, you just remember. Ya screwed with the Hanzels and ya got what ya deserved.