ARKANSAS CCA of the year-2025. Starting my 40th season as Crop Consultant in NE Arkansas. Work in Clay, Randolph, Greene, Lawrence and Craighead counties.
@ryanvaughan asking a favor from you if it can be done. Can you go back and look at last night hail on 412 around Ms Addie’s to determine size of hail. Looking at some corn fields close and have some leaves split. Thank you in advance for keeping Region 8 safe.
A tip of the hat to a Classic 806 still going strong and trying to get it paid for….🤣🤣
All jokes aside these magnificent machine will outlast the machines of today due to electrical and AC issues on the new models.
#OTD 1954 - Hank Aaron hits the first of his 755 career MLB home runs, off Cardinals right-hander Vic Raschi at Sportsman's Park in St. Louis.
#STLCards
Well went rock hunting today…. No such luck as you can see! Hopefully, I was able to save myself and the farmer some flats. Found 7 treasure late this afternoon. Maybe that counts as 1 rock…..🤣🤣🤣
Did you Know?
In May of 1947, after coming off his 2nd MVP season, Stan Musial was struggling at the plate (hoovering around a .200 batting average all season)
He finally complained to management that he has felt stabbing pain in his gut all season.
The Cardinals were on the road playing the Brooklyn Dodgers, when it was decided that Stan needed to return to St Louis to see the team Doctor.
He was diagnosed with appendicitis and tonsilitis.
But instead of a appendectomy that would have him miss 4 to 6 weeks of the season, it was mutually decided to freeze his appendix.
Not a lot is known about the odd procedure, but it's thought they would heavily ice pack the area to "freeze" the appendix. Of course now that would be unacceptable.
Musial would recover enough to finished the year batting .312 with 19 home runs and 95 RBIs.
He had surgery in the off season to remove both the appendix and tonsils.
The surgeries were a success because the next season (1948) Stan proceeded to have the greatest season of his Hall of Fame career:
*135 Runs
*230 Hits
*46 Doubles
*18 Triples
39 HR
*131 RBI
*429 Total Bases
*.450 OBP
*1.152 OPS
*200 OPS+
*.376 BA
MVP
*Led league
#STLCards #Legend
The day is finally here. Miles Mikolas vs the St. Louis Cardinals 😤
If he throws a 9 inning shut-out, I will give away a bobblehead to 1 random person who likes this post.
If he gives up 9 earned runs, I will also give away a bobblehead to someone who likes this post.
Collecting baseball cards has always been one of the best hobbies to get kids into baseball!
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The only player in MLB history to homer in his first career Major League game and then provide a walk-off hit in his second!
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Arthur, an 88-year-old Vietnam veteran, sat in his wheelchair in the back of the courtroom. His wife was gone, he had no children, and his small house was falling apart. He'd been cited for code violations he couldn't afford to fix—a broken porch, peeling paint, and a leaking roof.
The judge, a 65-year-old man known for his stern, "by-the-book" rulings, called his case.
Arthur listened, his hands trembling, as the city attorney listed the violations and the thousands in fines. When the attorney formally requested the court's permission to condemn the property if the fines weren't paid, the finality of it hit him. This was it. He was losing his home.
The judge began to speak. "Mr. Harris, the city is asking for... "
He stopped. He just looked at the frail old man, who had now buried his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking in a silent, heartbreaking sob.
The courtroom went quiet. The judge, his own face tightening with emotion, looked conflicted. "We will take a 15-minute recess," he announced abruptly, banging his gavel.
When he returned, the courtroom was buzzing. The judge looked not at the attorneys, but directly at Arthur.
"Mr. Harris," the judge said, his voice softer now. "I spent my recess on the phone. I have spoken with the director of the local VFW, who is a friend of mine, and with our county's Veterans' fund. All fines are hereby dismissed."
Arthur looked up, his face a mask of stunned disbelief.
"Furthermore," the judge continued, "a local contractor's union has already pledged to do all the repairs, pro bono, starting next week."
This second wave of kindness was too much. Arthur, who had been crying from despair, now broke down in tears of overwhelming relief.
The judge then did something no one had ever seen. He stepped down from his high bench, walked directly to the wheelchair, and pulled the old soldier into a full, strong hug.
As Arthur wept into the judge's robe, he whispered, his voice trembling, "I... I didn't think anybody cared anymore."
The judge held him tighter and whispered back, his voice thick: "We do. I do. You served us. We don't forget that."
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