From the NY times:
. . . a scout, impressed by Johan Santana’s performance at a junior national tournament, drove 10 hours to this small coffee-growing town 6,400 feet up in the Andes to knock unannounced on his parents’ door. . . “Mr. Andres arrived — I didn’t know who he was — and knocked on the door,” Santana’s father, Jesus, recounted Saturday. [emphasis mine]
This makes a lot of sense. Johan Santana being of divine birth would explain so much.