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Clean Up Your Act K-State Fans


KU Vs. K-State all-time results in the three major sports as of February 7, 2017. (Courtesy of @FansOfKU on Twitter)

Kansas State University President Richard Myers released a statement on Wednesday essentially urging the fans and students of the school to clean up their act.

Myers’ statement comes as a result of the behavior of those in attendance at Bramlage Coliseum on February 6th when rival Kansas defeated the Wildcats for the second time this season. Myers was dismayed to hear what he called a “vulgar chant” during the course of the nationally televised game.

In his statement, Myers said: “It’s easy to see how one can get caught up in the moment. However, many of my friends across the nation reached out to me following last week’s men’s basketball game and expressed their dismay. The chant was clearly heard from coast to coast on national television. It was personally embarrassing and not what one expects from a world-class university.”

The chant in question was “F*** KU”. Yet another wonderful example of a fan base who makes it a regular habit to embarrass the school that it cheers for. Anyone remember the court-storming incident at Bramlage a few years back in which a K-State fan recklessly and disrespectfully bumped into a KU player. That incident, of course, left the school apologizing for the behavior of its students and fans then as well. These apologies are something that is starting to become commonplace in the Little Apple.

Now, don’t get me wrong, this is not a representation of the entire K-State fan base. I know and have met several K-State fans that do not act this way and some that are even gracious in defeat. Some of them are even my friends. Unfortunately, it seems as though the part of the fan base that chooses to embarrass the school was in attendance at Bramlage last week. It’s that part of the fan base that is giving the school and its athletic programs a negative reputation and it’s very hard to deny that when it’s openly displayed time and again on live national television for everyone to see.

Personally, I have no issue with the school itself or its academic programs. In fact, K-State has some outstanding academic programs. I don’t even specifically have a direct issue with the athletic program itself. My disdain for K-State comes directly from that chunk of the fan base that regularly embarrass themselves with their behavior as they did on national television on February 6th. I found it less than humorous that in addition to the explicit chant, that several fans thought it was in good taste to bring posters slamming Kansas Junior Guard Svi Mykhailiuk, who I openly and willingly admit traveled on a game winning shot in the first meeting between KU and K-State back in January.


One of several signs seen at Bramlage Coliseum during KU’s 74-71 defeat of K-State on February 6th (Photo Courtesy of @si_ncaabb on Twitter)

The appearance of those signs, and ESPN’s willingness to show them on television, only added to the embarrassment of the school and openly showed the bitterness of a fan base whose team just can’t seem to get it done against their rival on the basketball court. After all, KU is, as of this writing, 193-93 all-time against K-State on the hardwood, which includes 27 of the last 30 at Bramlage. My advice to those that made and displayed their posters: get it over it and move on. It wasn’t Svi’s fault that the officials didn’t call the travel. It wasn’t KU’s fault either. If anyone has paid enough attention to Big 12 referees over the past few years, one could say that calling their officiating questionable is a massive understatement. K-State fans seem to forget that in the very same game that Svi’s travel was not called, the same officials failed to call at least three K-State travels as well, but you don’t hear KU fans whining about that, now do you?

Svi did not deserve the treatment and disrespect he received from the K-State fans at Bramlage. K-State’s open display of bad sportsmanship was deplorable at best and its a shame that the school’s President has to be the one to apologize for that.

As a KU basketball fan since the mid-1980’s, I’m not going to sit here and say that our fan base is perfect. In fact, we’re far from it. I didn’t agree with the “Muck Fizzou” t-shirts that came out several years back when Missouri was still a part of the conference. That, in my opinion, was an embarrassment to KU and what a school with such a rich basketball history stands for. In my experiences at Allen Fieldhouse over the years, I have never once heard a vulgar chant come from our fans. I don’t recall seeing any ridiculous posters either, but then again, I haven’t been to every single game either.

This rivalry between KU and K-State has gone beyond the boundaries of good sportsmanship and is way out of control is some ways. It should be fun and exciting. K-State fans just need to quit taking things so personally and so seriously. After all, it is just a game and what fun is it to win if good sportsmanship is not shown. I don’t disagree with court-storming or field-storming. I would do it too under the right circumstances, but I wouldn’t make an ass of myself of embarrass my school in the process.

The vulgar chant, however, is unacceptable. There is no place for that at Bramlage Coliseum, Allen Fieldhouse, or any other sports venue for that matter. K-State fans do need to clean up their act a bit. Think of this way: if you’re sitting at Bramlage Coliseum and your chanting “F*** KU”, what does that tell the 10-year-old boy that might be sitting next to you? Remember, both schools have young fans and what they see and hear while at a game can oftentimes have a lasting impression and why should any child be subjected to that kind of immature and inexcusable behavior.

President Myers concluded his statement by saying: “The strength of the Wildcat family lies in passing our legacy from one generation to the next. K-Staters are known for doing the right thing. Whether our fans are 8, 18 or 80, they deserve the best fan experience in the Big 12. I think about those younger fans sitting in the stands or watching on television and know they represent our next generation. As we continue the spring competition season, let’s show them the Wildcat Way.” Well said, sir. Let’s hope your students and fans are listening to your advice.

K-State President Richard Myers full statement can be found by clicking here.


Dreams Do Indeed Come True


1980’s era 99KG logo

Never let it be said that dreams don’t come true.

Many, many moons ago, I was more than a bit obsessed with a certain local radio station. I spent more time than I care to discuss glued to the radio in my bedroom listening to 99KG during my childhood and teenage years. It was just crazy how much I loved that station. Back in those days, the station was a Top 40 pop station, and growing up in the 80’s and 90’s meant that 99KG was my first true exposure to what is now legendary music. I listened to everything from Journey to Joan Jett, Styx to Stevie Wonder, Bruce Hornsby to Bruce Springsteen, and Michael Jackson to Milli Vanilli on that station.

I was just fascinated with radio back then. I have often credited the TV series “WKRP In Cincinnati” with igniting my fascination for radio. I remember that after the first time I watched the show, I wanted to know everything there was to know about radio. I wanted to be IN radio. I didn’t care how. I just knew that somehow, someday I wanted to work at a radio station in some capacity. Well, to say that life is a strange journey sometimes might be a bit of an understatement.

For me, the strange journey that would ultimately lead me into radio was something that started with non-radio intentions. Aside from radio, I have always been a bit of a news junkie. I can remember being glued to CNN at the age of 11, watching live coverage of the Space Shuttle Challenger disaster, and glued again to CNN at the age of 16 when the United States went into the first Gulf War. I didn’t realize it back then, but apparently news was my calling in life. I just didn’t figure that out until I was well into my 30’s.

In late 2009, the sound of sirens wailing past my home in the middle of the night put a thought in my head. To me, it was more than just a thought, it was a fact: there was just not a good source in Salina for breaking news coverage. Don’t get me wrong, this city has been blessed with some great news people over the years, but I really did not believe that there was a good outlet in town to get the breaking story out to the public in a timely fashion. I don’t know about you, but I want news as it’s happening. If there are bullets flying around somewhere in town, you can bet your bottom dollar that I want to know where.

With that ideology, I founded and created the Salina Scoop. The initial premise of the Scoop was simple: to bring the people of Salina the best coverage I could of breaking news and developing stories as they were happening. The Scoop went live on Facebook on April 14, 2010, and it changed my life forever. I would have never, in my wildest dreams, ever imagine that it would bring me to where I am at today.

salinapost-newFor those of you that may not know, I was offered and accepted a position with Eagle Communications earlier this year. On May 11th, I became their Digital News Content Administrator. In a nutshell, that means that my job is to oversee the daily operation of the Salina Post. I am now officially in the news business and that other aforementioned little business called radio. In particular, the control room of my all-time favorite radio station, 99KG is, well, basically right outside my office. As a part of this job, I’ve had the honor of being on-air several times. Now, you talk about a dream coming true. The first time I was on 99KG, I was literally in a state of disbelief. It didn’t seem real. I almost had to pinch myself to make sure that I wasn’t asleep. It was and is amazing.

My 99KG appearances are in the form of on-air character that I have been given. My character is “The Worm”, which is short for bookworm. “The Worm” is a ladies man that knows everything. My good buddy and co-worker, Shane McClintock, created the character, which isn’t too much of a stretch for me to do, except for the ladies man part of it. 😉 I love doing it and the little boy inside of me just goes nuts every time I get to be on-air. So, for me, a dream or two have indeed come true.

For the first time in my life, I can honestly say that I have a job that I want to do as opposed to a job that I have to do. It’s nice to not be tied up in retail or in a call center for a change. I love what I do. I am thrilled to be a part of Eagle and I am excited to have the responsibility of making the Salina Post the best news website in Salina. I am committed to that goal.

So, for all of you that have a dream that you are still trying to achieve, keep going for it. Life can sometimes guide you straight to that dream and if a guy can like me can still make a dream come true at the age of 40, then anyone can.

Until next time…

-Terry (a.k.a. T-Squared)

If anyone remembers anything about the final days of January 1986, it’s most likely the explosion of the Space Shuttle Challenger just over a minute after liftoff on the morning of January 28th in the skies above Cape Canaveral, Florida. For some residents of Saline County and investigators with the Saline County Sheriff’s Office, the last days of January are remembered for another reason.

Aerial photo of location where

Aerial photo of location where “Miss Molly” was found.

Three days before the Challenger disaster dominated national news headlines, a mystery unfolded in Western Saline County that to this day, remains unsolved. It all began on the afternoon of January 25th when a truck driver notified authorities that he had found a body in Mulberry Creek near a bridge along Interstate 70 about 15 miles west of Salina on the north side of the west bound lanes. The body was that of an adult female and she was face down in the shallow water of the creek. An autopsy would later reveal that she had died as a result of drowning, but it was obvious from the beginning that she had been murdered.

Unable to identify the woman, investigators began to call her “Miss Molly”. She appeared to have been severely beaten before being tossed over the bridge into the creek. She had heavy bruising around her right eye and right ear. According to an autopsy, she had died two to three days before she was found. In 1986, former Saline County Sheriff Darrell Wilson said the woman may have been dead when she was thrown from the bridge. He had made this assumption based on the discoloration of her back. After death, blood settles to the lowest point of the body, causing discoloration. Her discolored back indicates that she was face up when she died and she was found face down. Investigators have since stated that it is possible that she may have drowned elsewhere and was later taken to the creek. While investigators failed to identify the woman, they did turn up a few clues in the case and a few of those clues seem to indicate that “Miss Molly”, whoever she was, was not from Kansas.

Post-mortem photo of

Post-mortem photo of “Miss Molly”.

When she was found, “Miss Molly” was partially clothed in a beige Chantelle brand bra, size 32B, with French and European markings. She had on black Jockey For Her brand, very abbreviated French cut bikini panties with knee high stockings and lavender sweat pants. The sweat pants were Abraxas brand with two pockets in the front with zippers that zipped up and down. The bra and the sweat pants were not brands found or sold in Kansas. In fact, these brands are manufactured in France and are more commonly sold in large cities on the east and west coast such as Los Angeles and New York City or outside the United States. This meant that the unidentified woman was most likely attacked outside of Saline County, and possibly even outside of Kansas, before being tossed into the creek.

When she was found, she not wearing any jewelry and had no identification, but there were other things that could help identify her. To begin with, her teeth were in remarkable condition and appeared to be well-taken care of. A dental examination indicated that she had some recent orthodontic work completed, a recent tooth extraction, signs of recent root canal therapy with a broken reamer found.  Both upper first premolars had been extracted and orthodontics had been done to close the spaces. These things alone would be pertinent identifiable characteristics. Other than dental work, she also had an appendix scar on her lower right abdomen, and as well as scars on the left side of her jaw including a 1″ scar on the jaw bone to the left of the chin and a 3/4″ scar on the jaw bone below the left cheek. She also had a 3/4″ circular scar on the right knee.  “Miss Molly” also had false fingernails which were painted bright red. There were also stretch marks around her stomach indicating that she had recently given birth.

Not far from where her body was located, investigators found a blue colored nylon bag with white drawstrings, and a white pillow case which included other clothing items. It has never been proven that these items actually belonged to her.

Over the years, a number of composite drawings have been commissioned in an attempt to identify her. Authorities even released a post-mortem photo with the hope that someone would recognize the unidentified woman. Investigators have poured through hundreds of missing persons reports from all over the world trying to put a name to the face, to no avail. One of the many possibilities was that “Miss Molly” might have been a prostitute. Throughout the 1980’s and 1990’s, it was not uncommon for prostitutes to go missing and later be found murdered. Eight such occurrences took place during this time frame in Ohio, three near I-70, and were possibly linked to an unknown truck driver. Those cases, some eerily similar to “Miss Molly”, also remain unsolved.

Various composite drawings of

Various composite drawings of “Miss Molly”.

One possible lead surfaced soon after “Miss Molly” was found. That lead was a possible witness or person of interest. Investigators learned than a white male had been seen in the area the night before the body was discovered. He was around 30 years old, 5’6″ to 5’7″ tall with a beard and tattoos. He was driving a black Pontiac Trans Am with a dent on the driver’s side. The man had apparently spoken with someone who lived near the area where the body was found.  Investigators believe this man might be able to provide further clues or information in the case. To date, he has never been located. Another man seen driving a car in the area on the morning the body was found was later questioned and ruled out as a suspect in the case.

As the case goes nearly 30 years unsolved, many questions still remain. Who is this woman? Where did she come from? Who killed her? A handful of local residents have the kept the case alive. A “Who is Miss Molly?” Facebook page is dedicated to her case. Not long after she was found, “Miss Molly” was buried in Gypsum Hill Cemetery in Salina with a grave marker that simply reads “Jane Doe”. Someone, somewhere knows who this woman is and what happened to her. At the time of her death, “Miss Molly” was believed to be between 25 to 30 years old, 5’5″ to 5’7″ tall, weighing 125 to 130 pounds. She had medium-length light brown hair with blonde highlights and grey or light blue eyes. If the child she gave birth to is still living, he or she would be around 25 to 30 years old.

Marker at the grave of

Marker at the grave of “Miss Molly”.

If you have any information regarding the identity of “Miss Molly” or her killer, please contact the Saline County Sheriff’s Office at (785)826-6500. You can also submit tips anonymously by calling Salina/Saline County Crime Stoppers at (785)825-TIPS.

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Beverly Ann Logan

It was late in the afternoon on Monday, January 21st, 2008, that Salina Police Officers were sent to 1200 E. Iron for a routine welfare check. The occupant of the home, 56-year-old Beverly Ann Logan, had not shown up for work at a local nursing home that day. Concerned for her well-being, Logan’s co-workers at Presbyterian Manor, 2601 E. Crawford, contacted police. Logan, described as a nice person and quiet neighbor, worked as a Certified Nurses Assistant.

Officers found the front door to Logan’s home ajar, but no signs that entry had been forced. Once inside the home, officers found Logan, a woman that friends and family said kept to herself and didn’t bother anyone, deceased on her kitchen floor. Investigators have never publicly stated how she was murdered, but have said it was obvious that she was the victim of a brutal attack. Investigators have also stated that Logan’s assailant may have had cuts to the hands or the body that may have required medical attention.

Logan’s residence was located across the street from what is now Casey’s General Store, 1100 E. Iron, a convenience store and car wash which has often been described as frequently busy, particularly in the middle of the day. Investigators have said that Logan’s murder likely occurred at around noon that day. Investigators have long been puzzled as to how Logan’s attacker went unnoticed in broad daylight in an area that is heavy with traffic on a busy arterial street.

One lead in this case did come in the form of a suspicious individual seen in the area that day. The man was seen at around 1:00 PM that afternoon standing on the southeast corner of the intersection of Iron & Connecticut near Logan’s home. He was described as a black male with a light mustache or beard and dreadlocks. He was believed to be 25 to 35 years old, 6’0″ to 6’2″ tall, weighing approximately 175 pounds, wearing a black or dark gray hooded sweatshirt with a black coat over it, and dark pants or sweat pants. A composite sketch of the man was developed and released by police. Once considered a person of interest or possible witness in the case, detectives have since eliminated him as a suspect.

Composite sketch of "person of interest".

Composite sketch of suspicious person seen near Logan’s home shortly after her murder.

Detectives then turned their attention to two porcelain dolls that were initially thought to have been stolen from Logan’s home. The 10″ life-like dolls with vinyl “real touch” skin were from the Ashton Drake Galleries. Detectives later determined that this information was not reliable as it is believed that Logan actually gave the dolls away prior to her death. Nothing else was taken from her home. Even a safe containing $2,000 in cash was left untouched.

Seven years later, investigators still have no motive and no suspects and have never been able to determine why someone would have wanted the beloved grandmother dead. Logan’s son, Eugene Westover, told KWCH in 2012 that “she was a pretty good woman”.  Evidence from the scene has been processed and leads have been followed to no avail.  Despite reward money of $11,000 being offered, Logan’s murder has unfortunately become a cold case.

If you have any information on the murder of Beverly Ann Logan that occurred on January 21, 2008, please contact the Salina Police Department at (785)826-7210. You can also submit tips anonymously through Salina/Saline County Crime Stoppers by calling (785)825-TIPS, texing SATIPS to CRIMES (274637), or by visiting the Salina Police Department website at and following the Crime Stoppers link to submit a web tip.

Logan's former home at 1200 E. Iron Ave., where her murder took place and a portion of Casey's General Store.

Logan’s former home at 1200 E. Iron, where her murder took place, and a portion of Casey’s General Store, 1100 E. Iron.

Can I have a do over?? Seriously, can I just go back to bed and start this day all over again.  It’s not even the fact that the landlord paid my roommates and I a visit today.  I can deal with that, but it’s the events that unfolded about an hour later that have me wanting to just start this day all over again.  Never could I have ever imagined that I would be going to war with one single house fly that seemed to be out to get me.mosca

As I said before, the landlord stopped by to look at the bathroom which had recently been remodeled.  No big deal. He was here for all of about five minutes and he was gone.  I was then paid a visit by my best buddy and partner in crime, Mr. Jimmy Stevens. Anytime Jimmy stops by is always colorful to the say the least, but even that was largely uneventful for the most part.  After Jimmy departed, I decided to grab a quick bite to eat and take a quick shower.  Everything was going so smoothly until I got to the bathroom and got ready for my shower.  From this point on, reader’s discretion is advised. 😉

Just seconds before getting into the shower, I had a call of nature.  This is ordinarily no big deal.  It’s happened hundreds of times throughout my life.  Soon after I sat down to do my business, a house fly decides it’s time to start pestering me.  Now, you would think the little pests would get the idea that this is not the house to be roaming around in.  After all, I had just thrown a way a strip of fly paper from the living room that contained some 31 deceased flies that dared to enter the sanctity of my home.  No, not this fly. This little ray of sunshine decides that my private time is the perfect time to seek vengeance for all of its fallen comrades that I have disposed of and attack me while I am trying to do my business.

Out of aggravation, I took a swing at it with my bare hand.   Of course I missed and proceeded to slap the hell of the bathroom door knob.  Several four letter words soon followed.  Thankfully, with the exception of the dog who was resting comfortably in her kennel, I was completely alone in the house.  I can’t imagine what she must have been thinking as all of these events were transpiring.   By the grace of God, I managed not to break my hand or the door knob, but it did hurt like hell and of course, now I’m angry and I have fully decided that it’s time to fight back.

I make the quick decision that it’s time to hang a new strip of fly paper just outside the bathroom door.  There used to be one there, but due to a lack of the annoying little insects over the summer, my roommates and I chose not to hang a new one up when the old one was disposed of.  I immediately decided that it was time for a new one to go up.  This vengeful little fly must die and die immediately.  Still having the house to myself, I decided to make a quick run to the kitchen to grab a new strip of fly paper.  Keep in mind that I was just about to take a shower when all of these events began to unfold and therefore, I am in a complete state of undress.

I ran out of the bathroom with nothing on except my Kansas City Chiefs slippers, reached into the kitchen junk drawer, and grabbed the box of fly paper.  I pulled out a single roll of fly paper and began to unwind it and made my way back to the bathroom hallway to hang it up.  I reached up to pull the thumb tack out of the wall where the previous strip of fly paper once hung and the thumb tack when flying off to a still unknown location.  Now, I have a problem.  I have a brand new strip of fly paper in one hand and nothing to hang it with.  My brain immediately goes into action and reminds me that I have several unused thumb tacks on the bulletin board in the office half of my bedroom, which is on the second floor of the house.

Still wearing nothing by my Chiefs slippers and still being alone in the house, I decided to make a quick to run to my room to grab a thumb tack.  This should be quick and easy enough, except that I am the most uncoordinated human being on the face of the planet and that fact was about to be proven.  Three quarters of the way up the first section of stairs, still holding the strip of fly paper, I completely lost my footing.  It happened so fast that I am still not sure if I tripped on the stairs or if my slipper got caught on the stairs, but my feet went completely out from underneath from me and I crashed face first into the stairs.  I tried to catch myself, but that was complicated by two things: one, the speed in which I was falling and two, the strip of fly paper that I was still holding on to.   Needless to say, I didn’t catch myself.  Crash and burn.

Now I am sprawled out, face down on the stairs, in my birthday suit.  My toe is hurting, which leads me to believe that I must have tripped and kicked the stair, causing me to fall.  Pain is also radiating up and down my spinal cord, but that is the least of my worries at this point.  There are only two things that are now going through my mind: one, please don’t let my roommates come home and see this.  I don’t want to scar anyone for life by what this surely must look like.  Secondly, I need to get up and get this thumb tack before somebody does come home and I am completely humiliated.  After a few moments, I managed to get back up to my feet and once again, four letter words are floating through the house at a rate that would make a sailor blush.

Somehow, someway, I finally managed to make it to my room.  I grabbed the thumb tack and made my way, carefully and slowly, back down the stairs that I had fallen up moments earlier.  I am now even more angry at this fly. This little bug has made it a point to disrupt my day and make my life miserable.  Nothing like going to war with a vengeful house fly that is hellbent on destroying me.  I managed to get the fly paper hung up and made my way back to the bathroom to get my shower taken.  Upon entering the bathroom, I immediately realized that in dealing with Satan’s fly, I had actually turned the shower on before I had left the bathroom and I had left it running the entire time that I was dealing with this evil insect.  Now I am even more angry than I already was and for the third time in a matter of moments, four letter words are now flying at a rate that would make the devil himself blush.  The dog, who is still resting comfortably in her kennel, must think I am complete nutcase by this point.  I hope I haven’t scarred her for life.  She hasn’t come near me since I let her out of her kennel and she keeps looking at me strangely.  I assume that she is now going to need therapy.

To end this wonderful series of events, I ran out of hot water within a few minutes and was forced to take a mostly cold shower.  I must have been sprawled out on the stairs longer than I thought for this to have happened.  The white flag is now up.  I surrender.  The fly has clearly won this battle and is clearly winning the war.  The last time I checked the aforementioned strip of fly paper that has now caused me so much pain and misery, it was completely fly free.  The evil, scheming little pest is lucky that I don’t own a bazooka!!

Fortunately, the rest of the afternoon has gone by without further incident and I can only hope the rest of the day goes without further incident as well.  The only thing I know for sure at this point is that somewhere within this house is an evil little house fly that is currently laughing at me.  The war has only begun and I will win the next battle.  Vengeance will be mine!!

Until next time…

-Terry (a.k.a. T-Squared)