I don’t know how many incoming freshmen will read my blog, but if you are an incoming freshmen to Northwest Missouri State University and you are reading this, please pass this information on to all your first-time collegiate friends. The quality of your first year of college depends on it.
I will quickly describe the highlights from last year’s freshmen hints. You can still find the advice in the archives. Remember, don’t go near Main Street, especially on the south side anytime on the Thursday the freshmen move into their dorm rooms. Really avoid the 3 p.m. hour, since Kawasaki has a shift change. Also, don’t assume people will stop at crosswalks for at least the first two weeks of school, it’s a hit-and-run accident waiting to happen. I do have five important hints probably reserved for the 17-, 18- and 19-year-old freshmen who are entering college for the first time this fall. Continue reading
I am late with this week’s blog. It’s my first day back in the office following a five-day vacation. Actually, it was a three-day vacation and a two-day weekend. My wife, Michele, son, Sam, and I flew to Seattle for our annual summer trip. It was boiling hot when we arrived. I think the temperature was an unthinkable 84 degrees. However, it didn’t take long to get into the 70s for highs and the 50s for lows. There was even a day of rain. It was like a full time air conditioner anywhere we went. I hope everyone in Missouri didn’t suffer with the heat too much.
I have to admit, our vacation is determined on the whims of our 10-year-old son. Michele wonders why we have to travel where our son, who can’t see over the steering wheel, wants to spend his vacation. By now, it’s a family tradition and we can’t mess with tradition. I want to let you know how this whole thing started. Continue reading
There was 0.6 seconds left in overtime. We were deep in the heart of Texas. My Doane College team was playing Wayland Baptist, the mother of women’s basketball. All the history of women’s basketball started in that very gym. Harley Redin, the frail, old coach of those first, great teams watched from the rafters. Harley is the John Wooden of women’s basketball. He was definitely rooting against us.
My team had the ball out-of-bounds under the Wayland basket. During a timeout, my instructions were clear. Throw the ball to the other end. Just make sure it touches a player. My best softball thrower had that single instruction. However, something happened from the huddle to the official, who held the basketball. What could go wrong? Continue reading