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Barton Soccer scores 2-1 conference battle over Cloud County

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There weren’t many scoring opportunities Sunday afternoon at the Cougar Soccer Complex but the Barton Community College men’s soccer team made the most of their opportunities to outscore Cloud County Community College 2-1 in a key Jayhawk Conference battle.  Following a scoreless first half with no shots by either team, offensive action picked up as each team put five shots on frame in the second half with the Cougars making the most of their opportunities.  The victory improves the Cougars to 3-1-2 and 4-3-3 overall while Cloud County drops to 3-2-1 in the Jayhawk and 4-5-1 overall.

Renan Sousa set up the game’s first goal driving his defender through the left side of the penalty box then fired a left foot cross into the 8′ finding the boot of Jiro Barriga Toyama whose one-timer slid under the T-Bird goalkeeper giving Barton the 1-0 lead just 7:02 into the second half.

Off a Cloud County inbounds pass into the 18′, the Cougars made a combo of defensive mistakes allowing the T-Birds to get the equalizer.  Unable to clear the pinball, the Cougar’s Austin Kail turned back two point-blank shots but again the Cougars couldn’t clear and the T-Bird’s Kendy Pierre made the third time the charm tying the contest with 15:08 remaining.

With a sudden charge of momentum, Cloud County had two consecutive hard attacks but the Cougars stood their ground turning both away without a shot on frame.  Barton then seized the game winning opportunity in an almost replay of the Cougars first goal.   Holding off his defender dribbling through the 18′, Matt Sherrod sent a cross to the far side of the box where Sousa finished off the pass in the lower 90 for the game winner with 11:29 left in the game.

Barton will take a week away from competition before traveling to Salina to take on the junior varsity squad of Kansas Wesleyan University on Sunday, October 5.  Kick-off for the non-conference matchup is 4:00 p.m.

I remember:  OUR Yearly  Football Game at Manhattan 

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By Doris Schroeder

Sitting outside in a Wild Cat football stadium and honing  in on my natural listening devices, namely the ears, I can hear a sound that defies description. It starts out as a dull hum and grows into a gigantic bellow of reverberation as Wild Cats all over the 50,000 seat stadium let out their sentimental growl for the game. It is reminiscent of a flock of birds getting ready to attack.

A gigantic wave of energy vibrates all over the K-State stadium as football players clad in purple, come marching in, like the soldiers they are honoring this evening.  Their spirits are revved up to fight to the finish the Montana State football team. If by some remote chance, I do not stand with the crowd in this momentous show of emotion, I am apt to feel like a castaway, a non-survivor. Soon I am caught up in the whirl of emotion that surrounds me in the stands like a giant Kansas tornado and I succumb to the others cheering in the stands.

This was our story as we visited the K-State game in Manhattan on Saturday, September 6,  2008, with our daughter Judy and son-in-law Stan.  This was our yearly treat to a big football game, graciously offered by them.

This is a far cry from years ago. That is, before Bill Snyder came on the scene as K-State’s formidable football coach.  It has been written that before Snyder came on the scene, the football team was really at the bottom of the totem pole.  He has done wonders for the team. After his retirement, Ron Prince had taken over. At times it appeared great on the horizon but then somehow it faded into the aftermath of a hurricane.

Many of the fans, however, are out to win, and, according to the noise through the stands, will support any winning play.  I was even more interested in watching the emotions of the supporters as the game went on and they did not let me down. Some of the men were chanting some growl to egg them on.  Occasionally a woman fan raised her hands in an effort to give them support.  Then, and this was hard to believe, a woman fan sat on the bench in back of us, totally sleeping.

As we again sat in the stadium seats in the huge football field, the game started with much aplomb and through something I really didn’t understand, we made the first touch down. We were off to a great  start, even though it was told that Montana had won their first game by a huge score.  They made a touchdown after that but then it was K-State’s game almost completely to the end of the game when they won 60 something to 10.

Almost all through the evening,  the rain came down in short wet sheets. We put on the K-State parkas that Judy shared. It was amazing how they kept us dry. I know, I still couldn’t believe I was doing something I always thought so weird…sitting outside in the rain to watch a football game, even though it was a Wild Cat game.

On the other hand, to my feminine mind, much as I enjoy the camaraderie ofa winning football team, I wonder where life’s priorities really are? Does it ever seem a little frivolous that so much energy is placed on a small piece of leather in an oblong shape that by itself, can do nothing?

If one was trying to make sense of life, would it not seem more “reasonable” to make more ado about inspirational  matters, intellectual pursuits, wiser endeavors or simpler feats to perform than kicking that little oblong piece of leather or knocking someone down who is carrying it?

Of course you could pursue the trend of thought that perhaps there is an intellectual pursuit in figuring out the right plays and remembering them.  Perhaps it is good to be able to outline  some of the complicated components of the other team.  A good coach can teach his players good sportsmanship, team play and the ability to hang in when the going gets rough. These are all things that will be faced in Life. At this time, K-State is really fortunate to have Bill Snyder back as a coach once again.

If we have a Life coach who is all-knowing, we can indubitably make a touch down if we follow his directions.  Certainly God answers that description and can coach us all along the way.

Life is like a football game in many ways, but it is important HOW you play the game as well as your reason for playing.  We can study the Bible’s directions and listen to our coach by following his directions. We can become part of His team by first accepting Jesus  into our heart and life and going by his advice. It is then we will truly be victorious!

Doris welcomes your comments and can be reached at [email protected]

Kansas Farm Bureau celebrates Farm Safety and Health Week

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KFB

Gov. Sam Brownback has declared September Farm Safety Month and the week of Sept. 21-27 Farm Safety and Health Week.

“I appreciate Gov. Brownback’s proclamation,” says Holly Higgins, Kansas Farm Bureau’s organization director/safety and agriculture education director. “It’s a great reminder to all of us that farm safety is important, and should be thought about every day on our farms and ranches.”

For more than 66 years, Kansas Farm Bureau, the state’s largest farm organization, has had a full-time staff position dedicated to safety and health issues for farmers.

“Kansas Farm Bureau is a farm organization, and we understand keeping our farm families safe is an important issue,” Higgins says. “We value this opportunity and thank our volunteers who have helped spread the safety message.”

In addition to KFB staff, County Farm Bureaus provide hundreds of farm safety programs every year reaching thousands of adults and children.

To bring awareness, KFB offers a multitude of Do-It-Yourself programs for volunteers and those interested in learning more. Annually, a safety poster program provides an opportunity for children to learn, consider and draw ways to stay safe on the farm. Kansas Farm Bureau is the only organization in the state that tracks farm accidents—something we’ve done since 1980.

For more information on farm safety, visit www.kfb.org/educationoutreach/safety.

Road Rage

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The clean-cut boys and girls in their blue and gold FFA jackets make me so proud to be a former member. That was certainly the case when I saw on the front page of my weekly copy of the Voice News of Hickman, Nebraska, FFA members from the Freeman Chapter harvesting over 1,000 pounds of tomatoes, peppers, sweet corn, beans, cantaloupe, cucumbers and zucchini that they gave to needy area residents and food pantries. Although I’m quite sure the zucchini was probably later returned under the cover of darkness. They also grew something called swiss chard and kale, which in my gardening days were known as weeds!

Most FFA chapters have such activities where they strive to make their community a better place to live. And I salute them. In our town our big community effort was the annual roadside cleanup. This was back in the day when motorists thought nothing of opening the car window to empty their trash. So it was a big job and we were aided by Lions Club members who drove the trucks we filled with trash.

I must admit, I dreaded the day because it was a lot of hard work and I almost picked up a rattlesnake one time. But my Grandpa lived for roadside cleanup, although my Grandmother definitely didn’t. Just the words “roadside cleanup” were enough to make her break down and sob for she knew that if anything “good” was found it would end up in her house. Probably in the living room.

There is a big park named for my Grandpa in my town because he put on rodeos to build it. He was Chief of our volunteer fire department for decades, Honorary Chapter Farmer and a stalwart of our community, except on this day when his behavior was somewhat suspect. He voted himself the Inspector General and it was he who performed the mandatory check on every truck so that he might redirect it to his house if he found any “keepers” that were worthy of his museum.

We picked up a lot of flat tires and flotation cushions that flew out of boats. We also picked up Studebaker hubcaps and chromed car graffiti that would be worth a fortune today on eBay. We also found some weird stuff like a chicken coop (empty) and handgun (not empty). We even found a watch that had probably followed a beer can out the window when the passenger threw it. Speaking of beer, that’s mostly what we picked up, empty cans of Olympia, Falstaff, Schlitz and Pabst Blue Ribbon.

We found prophylactics (unused), baby diapers (used), bed springs, tire irons and broken car jacks, no doubt flung aside by an angry motorist. Once we even found a garbage disposal, which seems redundant. There were broken Thermos bottles and furniture that my Grandpa just couldn’t abide being trashed. We even found a bunch of mail once that must have been discarded by a lazy postman who wanted to take the rest of the day off. It only took one day a year for us FFA members to know all the town secrets because we had looked through its collective trash.

The biggest prizes for my Grandpa were license plates and he had quite a collection. Although he was a little overaggressive and premature in one instance when a driver who couldn’t wait for the next rest stop came out of an orchard after answering nature’s call and found Grandpa unscrewing the license plates on his old and battered Chevy Nova. Talk about road rage!

Grandpa was also constantly on the lookout for road signs and he always claimed to have only taken ones that were laying on the ground, although in some cases he had to lean mighty hard on the post to get them there.

I am constantly reminded of the all good being done by FFA chapters all across the country because I inherited most of my Grandpa’s belongings and if it wasn’t for FFA roadside cleanup, my wife and I would be living in an unfurnished house.

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Chronicles of The Farm Woman: Accordion

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Farm woman

A country girl has recently proven to be a social genius.  She went to the city for a week’s visit with an aunt.  The aunt lives in the suburbs.  This girl who knows all the neighbors at home for miles around set out to get acquainted with the suburbanites.  Because she likes people they reciprocated.  She found them all interesting.

At the end of five days she decided to have a party.  All the neighbors for three blocks up and down the street were invited and they came.  Introductions had to be made.  Some of these people had lived on the street three years and were not acquainted.  Each one had some contribution to make to the afternoon’s entertainment.  Youngster girls were taking dancing lessons. Others sang.  A young mother who played the violin had not been asked to play for months.  A gray-haired grandmother sang old songs.  It was a gay afternoon thoroughly enjoyed by everyone present.

The girl has returned to the country.  Little did she realize that her party was an achievement in the neighborhood.  All the folks up and down the street miss her.  They wonder when she will return.  Is there sufficient initiative and leadership to stage another successful party?  Or did the guiding genius of this youngster account for its success?

Daughter is studying on the accordion this summer.  Not that she is especially interested in it.  But it pleases father mightily.  One of fathers dreams was of being a master on the accordion.  That which he did not attain he desires his offspring to grasp.

How true this of all parents. Those youthful dreams and ambitions which we were unable to fulfill, we desire to pass on to our children.  For this reason many youngsters are sent to college.  It also causes some adolescent flares and clashes.

Instead of permitting youth to fulfill its own dreams and ambitions we want them to bring ours to fruition.