It Happens Every Fall

Have you seen the movie, It Happens Every Spring?  Ray Milland stars in the romantic comedy.  It’s not exactly like today’s chick-flics, but it is a story about young romance in the spring of 1949.  A college scientist invents a potion that helps a baseball repel wood.  So he can make enough money to marry the college president’s daughter, the scientist joins the St. Louis Cardinals baseball team as a pitcher.  No one can hit his “spitball because of his invention.”  Baseball is the constant that Happens Every Spring.

The arrival of college freshmen is what happens every fall.  There are other constants that occur with the arrival of the freshmen.  I had the help of two for women’s basketball players and a couple of student workers as I picked up my parking pass.  I wish I had the workers’ names because they were very helpful in my search of what you can expect every fall at Northwest Missouri State University. Continue reading

Transforming Bearcat Volleyball

The first day of school is here, which means that preseason practices are officially over.  Goodbye two-a-days, ice baths, lunches in the union, and spending every minute together.  Well, those last three will continue throughout the season, but our players are excited that they will not have to face two-a-days again until next year.

Our two seniors, Alex Hanna and Laira Akin, shared a moment after their last preseason practice to celebrate that they survived the two-a-days together for the last time.  Our seven freshmen came in on August 13 with fresh attitudes and great work ethic on the volleyball court.  It has been great to see the entire team develop into a new unit.

Our motto for this season is, “Transforming Bearcat Volleyball.”  Last year marked the first time that a Bearcat Volleyball team has qualified for the NCAA Tournament and we expect to continue to Transform our program into one that is always at the top of the conference.

We finished 2-1 at our scrimmage tournament in Columbia this past Saturday.  As the day went on, we got better and better.  I can’t wait for our season to officially begin and see what our girls can achieve.  We look forward to having loud fans in the stands and continuing our reputation as having the hardest gym to play in the MIAA.

Are We Compatible?

I don’t know about you, but I’m getting really tired of all the dating services that are advertised on television.  If they just ran those false ads during soap operas or the late news, I could probably handle it.  It’s when they invade sports programming that really starts to annoy me.

I don’t remember the early dating services, but E-Harmony drives me nuts.  Some old guy comes on and tells you he checks 27 or 29 compatibility points.  The result is shown on the screen when the perfect couples are standing side by side with smirks on their faces.  I’ll bet they’re all actors that just met. Continue reading

The Big One

Is it global warming?  Do the Incas or the Aztec calendars have anything to do with it?  You have to admit, the weather has been crazy.  It was never crazier than what happened at about 7:15 Thursday night.

I was mowing my lawn and finished up at 7:00.  I never noticed the black clouds building in the northwest because my house was blocking the horizon.  Sam, my 11 year old son, was at the neighbors, bothering them about their X-Box.  When I put the mower in the garage, I saw it for the first time.  It was a huge, black, rolling cloud that had a little red tinge in the middle of it.

Sam needed to be home before this thing hit.  He had taken his cell phone that he had begged Santa for last Christmas (I still believe).  Of course, it was on vibrate and he didn’t answer.  I had to walk the 200 yards or so up my neighbor’s lane to retrieve my son.  Just as we were getting to our front door of our home, it hit; The Big One! Continue reading

I Don’t Care

It’s the last week of summer break.  My family is back from vacation.  Michele, Sam and I spent six days and five nights in Arlington, TX.  Arlington and the Dallas area had 41 straight days of highs in triple digits, but the Texas Ranger baseball team was just as hot.  We watched five games, four wins for the Rangers and two of them were last inning, walk-off wins.  My grandson, Jacob, got back the same night from spending a month with his dad in Oregon.

The final weekend of the summer we spent at home in Maryville.  In the early evening, I asked Sam and Jacob what they wanted to eat.  Both responded, “I don’t care.”  They said they were thirsty and wanted pop.  I asked what kind of pop and they again said, “I don’t care.” Continue reading


When I was a kid, a singer by the name of Connie Francis had a hit song called V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N.  Now Connie weighs about 300 pounds and her old song makes me look very old when I claim to memorize every word of it.  However, it does describe the excitement my son, Sam, has this week as we wait for the beginning of our family vacation.

Before Sam came along 11 years ago, Michele, my wife, and I planned a few great summer getaways.  Probably the best was the year we spend a few days at the Blackhills in South Dakota and a few more days at Yellowstone National Park.  We spend a three or four nights in Jackson Hole, WY, near the park.  Outside of leaving seven days of laundry at a Jackson Hole motel, it was a great time. Continue reading

If I Ever Get Back

Little League baseball has all the elements of the famous Clint Eastwood spaghetti western, “The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly”.  The GOOD is the coming together of several towns’ Little Leaguers as they try to jell into a good baseball squad.  After last July’s Little League experience, it was neat to see the friendships formed by the players with much different addresses and backgrounds.  My son, Sam, when seeing one of his all-star teammates at a baseball game, didn’t hesitate to give a hug.  That team really bonded.  Last July was a month that hopefully the 9- and 10-year-old players will forever remember.

You see, little things really don’t matter much as time marches on.  Sam began last July playing about half of the innings of each game.  After the team reached the state tournament, he was stacked with two other players and rarely saw more than one inning and one at bat.  None of that mattered.  It taught Sam to be a good teammate. He helped the team try to rally for wins and suffered as much as anyone when the team failed to advance.  The most important part of last July was the memories and friendships.  It’s all Good! Continue reading