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Dont forget Mom this weekend and the battle of the thermostat begins
At the Mike
Sometimes days honoring people or groups or things can be over-rated. Many times they are simply what I call Greeting Card Holidays as I swear those companies came up with the idea.

Sometimes days honoring people or groups or things can be over-rated. Many times they are simply what I call ‘Greeting Card Holidays’ as I swear those companies came up with the idea.
But Mother’s Day, that is different. There is probably no person more deserving of a special day than your mother. There is probably no person in your life that loves you more, through all that is good or bad, than your mother. It is truly an unconditional love.
I know my mother has done so. I realize it’s hard to believe, but, at times, I have driven my mother to use a choice word or two in relation to my actions.
That didn’t matter to her. She has always been there to congratulate, console, encourage, and when needed, discipline me. I can honestly say I am truly blessed to have her as my mother.
But my mother, Becky, is not alone, I realize that. My wife, Crystal, is another amazing mother. As is her mother, Sharon.
So Happy Mother’s Day to all the women in my life and to all the mothers out there. This is one of those Greeting Card Days that is worthy of recognition.

Prep Thoughts
Somebody forgot to tell the Larned baseball team a few weeks back that 2-8 teams aren’t supposed to start winning and winning and winning.
Because that is exactly what the Indians have done. Ten straight wins to be exact. And now, that 2-8 team, is 12-8 and red-hot heading into the regional play next week.
The problem is, the Indians are going to be in a regional that is absolutely loaded. In fact, it is probably the toughest in all of Class 4A II. Pratt will be the No. 1 seed at 16-2. Holcomb, the host of the event and the defending state champion, is the No. 2 seed at 13-5.
Holcomb is who the Indians, the No. 3 seed, will draw to open the post-season. Pratt is ranked No. 2 in the state and Holcomb No. 6.
Good luck to Coach Erway and the Indians. Hopefully, they stay can stay butter and keep on a roll.

Former Barton Athlete/Coach update
Roger Ward is baseball. He lives it and breathes it. The former Barton player and assistant coach has been a part baseball most, if not all, of his life.
One of those stops was at the University of Kentucky. He went there after leaving Barton back in the early 90’s. That Kentucky team was pretty good. Ranked No. 7 in the nation at one point good. Roger was a table-setter at the top of that lineup.
This weekend marks the final home games at a ball park he played in that is affectionately known as the The Cliff, named for long-time Wildcat Coach Cliff Hagen. After 50 years, Kentucky will open a new ballpark next year.

And Finally
Good Grief, Charlie Brown. Just where did the spring go? I realize there was a bit of spring sprinkled between winter and what is now summer-like weather, but not too much.
All the sudden we have been hit with 80-plus degree days.
This has started the annual thermostat battle at the Marzolf house.
I don’t like it cold in the house. My wife, Crystal does. ‘Cold’ to me anything in the 72 range. I’m more of a 74 or 75 kind of guy. So the battle between us rages. One wouldn’t think two or three degrees makes that much difference, but it does.
For a few days last week, I just simply went by the thermostat and turned the AC off. Pretty soon, it was back on. Yet her, and Katelyn, sit around with a blanket over the legs while the AC is running. That calls for another, Good Grief, Charlie Brown.
But this past week, as the temp hit the high 70’s, and nearly 80, in the house, it wasn’t so much turning it off and on, it was a battle between 72 and 75.
It is my guess the thermostat got adjusted three or four times in a day more than once this past week.
So, unless spring visits out of nowhere in the coming weeks, the annual battle over the Marzolf house temperature is now officially under way.
She hasn’t hit me … yet.