"She has talked us into a canoe trip down a river in the Ozarks," says Agnew. "I've never been in one of those things and I wonder about getting this leg arranged right, but I guess I'll figure out a way. I'm looking forward to it. Pattie is something. Pattie is the real sport in the family."
The next morning the hounds are lounging in the shade, appearing fatigued but looking satisfied. Pattie is back, too, and she is whipping around the place with a lot on her mind. She is trying to get ready for a weekend of water skiing at the Lake of the Ozarks, packing the pickup, hitching the boat trailer. She is also thinking about what she wants to take with her to an apartment she has rented outside Kansas City near the high school where she will be teaching and coaching in the fall. She is a brisk, pretty girl who graduated from Central Missouri State U. in the spring and she is indeed deeply into sport. Besides showing and running dogs, playing town ball, water skiing and canoeing, she played college basketball, high school softball and was a hurdler on the track team.
"I'll miss the dogs," she says, "but I sure can't take them to Kansas City. I'll get back here once in a while for a trial. The best thing about that is you don't have to do much to get ready, just paint a number on them and let them run. The worst thing is you get started about four in the morning. The judge grades them on speed, endurance, how well they pay attention. All you have to do is follow along and pick them up six or seven hours later. If they get a good scent, that can take some doing. They want to keep running, so you have to find them, yell and holler and wave your hands to get their attention. They are like they are hypnotized. You have a little more handling to do in a bench show and I like that part. I don't hunt; I'm like my dad. It doesn't seem right to kill just for fun."
A team from Joplin is playing in the second round of the state Babe Ruth League (boys, 13-15) championships which are being held on the lighted Boonville field. The Joplin manager lines the boys up in the dugout and paces back and forth in front of them shouting rhetorical questions and receiving rhetorical answers. The litany arouses the team's competitive spirit.
Manager: "Tonight it's Rip City. Rha-a-h-t?"
Team (high but piercing voices): "Rha-a-h-t."
Manager: "No way we're gonna lose. Rha-a-h-t?"
Manager: "And everybody hits. Rha-a-h-t?"