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Please stop calling us ‘Buttians’

Mick Dennehy looked at me like I just asked the dumbest question in the history of postgame press conferences.
It was Saturday, Sept. 20. 1997, and Dennehy’s Montana Grizzlies beat Saint Mary’s 35-14 in a non-conference football game at Washington-Grizzly Stadium. My fellow 1993 Butte High graduate Josh Paffhausen just broke the school record with 15 pass receptions.
Paffhausen, a senior at the time, turned those 15 receptions into 175 yards and two touchdowns.
He broke the previous record of 14 set by Mike Trevathan in 1990. That record was tied twice by Joe Douglas in 1996.
Two days later, Paffhausen was selected by ESPN and USA Today as the NCAA Division I-AA National Offensive Player of the Week.
The remarkable thing about Paffhausen’s big day was that he spent the previous Sunday and Monday in the hospital with a dangerously high fever of 104 degrees.
Paffhausen also suffered from a severe headache, and he was so sick that his wife at the time told me that she was afraid that he might die.
So, at the press conference following the Grizzly win, I asked Dennehy, who was in his second year as head coach, if he was surprised that Paffhausen was able to play in the game so soon after such a frightening ordeal.
After staring at me like I was a buffoon for a moment, Dennehy said, “Bill, you’re from Butte. I’m from Butte. Josh is from Butte. He’s a Butte guy. Of course I knew he was going to play.”
Notice that Dennehy, one of the toughest coaches to come out of this old mining camp, called Paffhausen a “Butte guy.” He did not call him a “Buttian.”
Years ago, my dad told me a story about the great Butte handball player Steve Stanisich playing a tournament game in front of a big crowd.
Stanisich went down low to get the ball off the floor — just before it hit the second time — to score a point.
As the referee declared “tally,” Stanisich’s opponent started to protest. He argued that the ball “skipped,” and he should get the side out.
The guy kept arguing and arguing with the referee. He was screaming because he was sure that Stanisich did not get to the ball.
Most players would not have gotten to it, but Stanisich was not most players. He is one of the best players this state has ever seen, and he got it.
While the guy kept arguing, Stanisich did not even look back at his opponent. He just stood in the service box, bouncing the ball as he waited for his next serve.
Eventually, the referee interrupted the argument to ask, “Steve, did you get it?”
Stanisich answered with a simple, “Yep.”
“Tally,” the referee said.
Then the referee, who was not from Butte, turned to someone in the crowd and said, “Steve is a Butte guy. Butte guys tell the truth.”
The referee did not call him a “Buttian.”
That moniker, “Buttian,” is something that I have been hearing from some in the younger generations or from some newcomers to Butte, and it makes my skin crawl.
A couple who moved to Butte from New York last fall was featured on the KXLF News last week in a story about a spring snowstorm. The man referred to a “Buttian winter,” and I wanted to go through the television and shake some sense into him.
That is not what we are. We are Butte guys and Butte girls. We are Butte Rats. No pretense needed.
The term “Buttian” is, to me, a sign of the gentrification we are seeing that has come to our part of the world. That name might technically go back decades, and Google will tell you it is real.
But I was in my late 40s before I heard anyone try to call anyone from Butte a “Buttian.”
Today, we have newcomers moving in who do not know or maybe they do not like our identity. They are the ones who tell us to put our dogs on a leash when walking in remote locations. They are the ones telling us to stop lighting off those fireworks.
Kevin Costner and his that silly Yellowstone show I refuse to watch probably bear the brunt of the blame. They are responsible for people coming here in love with a fictional version of the “Last Best Place.” Then those people try to turn it into something else.
Now, I am not one of those isolationists who doesn’t want anyone to move here. I welcome people from all over the world to move to the Mining City. I just wish they wouldn’t try to change us.
For generations, the people Butte people have been known for their hard work, honesty and friendly disposition. We have also always been the life of the party wherever we go.
Sure, there are exceptions that seem to be increasing every year. But, for the most part, that is still true about the city that helped electrify the world and win a couple of World Wars.
In Butte, we don’t think we’re better than other people. Well, maybe we do, but we usually don’t act like we’re better than other people. We certainly do no look down on other cities like people from other cities do to us.
Terms like “Buttian” seem like something you would hear in Missoula or Bozeman, where they are “Missoulians” and “Bozemanites.”
That is fine. They can call themselves what they want. But places like Butte and Great Falls don’t need silly nicknames like that.
That name makes us seem soft. Even worse, it makes us sound pretentious, and it is time to stop once and for all.
If you hear someone refer to someone from the Holey City as a “Buttian,” it is your obligation to set them straight. We cannot accept that name from newspaper or television reporters. We cannot let newcomers refer to the people from this blue-collar city by a nickname that makes it sound like we are going to die their hair.
Butte guys and Butte girls deserve the simplicity of being a Butte guy or a Butte girl. That Butte guy who set that Grizzly certainly does.
Paffhausen’s record, by the way, lasted nearly two full decades. Jerry Louie-McGee broke it when he caught 21 passes against Cal Poly in 2016.
To me, though, Paffhausen’s day still stands as the greatest in Grizzly history. That is because we found out later that season that he was playing without an ACL in one of his knees.
Josh previously had surgery on that knee, and the replacement ACL somehow disintegrated. Don’t ask me how that happened, but that is what one of the team trainers told me.
To this day, I believe that injury is what kept him from a playing in the National Football League. To this day, I maintain that Paffhausen is the most gifted athlete I have ever seen come out of the Mining City.
He was also tough. Not only did Paffhausen leave the hospital to set a Grizzly record, he did it while basically playing on one leg.
That, though, did not surprise any of his teammates and coaches. Paffhausen played the whole season on that bum leg. He did it because he knew his teammates needed him and because he knew tha not playing was never an option.
That is why Dennehy looked at me like I asked a dumb question about a “Butte guy.”
A “Buttian” never would have played in that game.
— Bill Foley, who gets nauseous from pretense, can be reached at foles74@gmail.com. Follow him at twitter.com/Foles74 or Bluesky at @foles74.bsky.social. Listen to him on the ButteCast on Apple Podcasts, Spotify or wherever you find your favorite podcasts.
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Episode No. 337: Kelly Davis

When I was 10 years old, I would often play football by myself in our yard or the front room of our house.
At that age, all you need is an imagination to take you anywhere in the world. Mine took me to a football stadium in Bozeman where I played for the Montana State Bobcats with two stars named Kelly.
Kelly Bradley was the quarterback for the Bobcats, who went from worst to first and won the national championship in 1984. Bradley passed for 30 touchdowns in that magical season.
His big-time receiver was Kelly Davis, who scored 24 touchdowns for the Bobcats in his career.
Davis was my favorite Bobcat player because he was a from Butte. Before helping deliver a title for Montana State, Davis helped Butte High win the 1981 Class AA State football title. He also won the 300- and 110-meter hurdles to help the Bulldogs win back-to-back State titles in track in 1981 and 1982.
He set state records in both hurdles races as a senior.
Kelly Davis, who was inducted into the Butte Sports Hall of Fame in 2011, grew up in a trailer park on Hobson Street in Butte, and he parlayed his football scholarship into a degree in engineering.
He now lives in the Denver area, where he and his wife raised four daughters. Even though he lives in Colorado, Kelly is still very much a Bulldog and a Bobcat.
This morning, I caught up with Kelly over Zoom for a fun conversation. Listen in to hear about Kelly growing up in Butte and how Betty Merrifield was the second-grade teacher who put him on the straight and narrow.
Listen as he talks about competing in grade school track for coach Jim Patrick before playing football for Gene Fogarty at East Junior High School and then heading to Butte High.
Listen to hear him talk about blocking for Don Douglas on the 1981 state championship team and playing with those “Cardiac Cats” of 1984.
Listen in to hear how he welcomed the newest Bobcat national champions to the club.
Today’s episode is presented by Leskovar Honda, home of the friendly non-commission sales staff that always has your back. It is also available on YouTube:
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Episode No. 336: Paul Miranda

Paul Miranda is kind of a big deal. Just don’t tell him that.
The 1986 graduate of Butte Central has a Ph. D in chemistry from the University of Montana. He also has a master’s degree in metallurgical engineering and a bachelor’s degree in chemistry from Montana Tech.
Not bad for a kid who grew up on La Platte Street on the Butte hill.
But don’t call him “doctor.” Just call him Paul. Those boys from La Platte Street have no pretenses.
Paul works for Northwestern Energy, and he owns his own business, Eagle Engineering, which he calls a hobby.
As of this spring, Paul is also the new coach of the Butte High tennis program. He is using a bit of a Ted Lasso approach as he looks to build something special for the Bulldogs.
And Paul knows what it is like to be something special on the tennis court. He helped start the Butte Central tennis program when he was in school, and played at the state tournament for the Maroons. After high school, Paul won more tennis titles than he can even remember.
Thanks to some health issues, Paul no longer plays tennis, but he can still coach it. Likewise, he no longer referees basketball. But after his 20-plus years working high school and Frontier Conference games, he is as good of coach for new officials as you will find.
Earlie today, I met with Paul inside the vault at the Metals Sports Bar & Grill for a fun conversation. Listen in as he talks about his plans for the Bulldog team that played its first matches last Friday.
Listen as he talks about growing up on the hill and his years at Butte Central, where he was the very tiny manager of the 1984 Class A State champion boys’ basketball team. Listen as he talks about the burning feeling he gets when he puts on his Butte High Bulldogs hat.
Today’s episode of the ButteCast is presented by the Jewelry Design Center. Let Brian Toone and Co. be your jewelers for life.
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Episode No. 335: Debbie Shea

Debbie (Bowman) Shea is a retired teacher who spent 26 years educating the youth of Butte.
She also spent 11 years in the Montana Legislature, working to make lives better for the people of the Mining City and the State of Montana.
There, she got to work with great Butte statesmen like Fritz Daily, Bob Pavlovich, Joe Quilici and J.D. Lynch.
The fact that Debbie is retired, however, does not mean she gave up her work to impact the next generations. She is an author who has been a part of releasing four books.
Like her previous work, her latest book focuses on history. This one, “Walking With an Irish Immigrant,” is a book about the grandmother she never knew. It is a tribute to her grandmother.
Abigail “Bina” Harrington Healy moved to Butte from Ireland and lived an exceptional, but relatively short life. She passed away before Debbie was born. She lived through the Irish Revolution and the Great Depression. She was even briefly part of a bootlegging operation in Butte, and that is all in the book.
Debbie asked questions about her grandmother, but it wasn’t until recent years that she really dove into researching her for the latest project.
The book can be found The Corner Bookstore (1877 Harrison Ave.) and on Amazon. It is also likely available at other Butte bookstores.
Now a resident of Boise, Idaho, where she can be closer to her grandchildren, Debbie is still — and always will be — a Butte girl.
She grew up in Muckerville, living in her family home on the corner of Montana and Woolman until she was what is now considered middle school age. She attended St. Mary’s Grade School and has always embraced her Irish heritage. Later this spring, she will make her 10th visit to “The Emerald Isle.”
This morning, I met with Debbie over Zoom for a fun conversation. Listen in as she talks about her grandmother and why she was so fascinated with her story. Listen as she talks about the Butte neighborhoods and why preserving that history is so important.
Today’s episode is presented by Casagranda’s Steakhouse. Eat where the locals eat.
It is also available on YouTube:
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Missoula thieves steal joy of Duke loss

Sunday, Jan. 3, 1993 saw a high of 19 degrees in the Mining City.
That was also the day the Buffalo Bills battled back from a 35-3 deficit in the third quarter to beat the Houston Oilers, 41-38, in overtime of an AFC Wild Card playoff game. That still ranks as the biggest comeback in NFL history.
I did not get to watch that comeback, however, because my grandpa had me outside in the bitter cold working to improve the steps on my aunt’s deck. It was a job she asked him to do, figuring he would do it when the weather warmed up.
But my grandpa was always in a rush to get things done.
He called me after I watched the first half of the Bills-Oilers game. Since it was a blowout — and because I always helped my grandpa when he asked — I went along with it.
When I got home, my dad asked me if I saw the Bills’ game.
“The Oilers killed them,” I said.
“No,” my dad said. “Buffalo came back to win.”
“I’m going to kill grandpa,” I said. Then I walked down the alley to his house to have a talk with him about a game he made me miss.
That was back before there was an NFL Network to show the game again that night, too. If you missed the game, you missed the game.
Sure, I got to watch the highlights on SportsCenter, but that is not the same. That was a once-in-a-lifetime game to watch, and I had to miss it.
It was the most regrettable game of my lifetime. Until Sunday.
Thanks to a thief or thieves stealing a wheel off my daughter’s car in Missoula, I missed the University of Connecticut’s incredible comeback to beat Duke to earn a spot in the Final Four.
I was on the couch watching Duke get all the calls. I watched every Duke game of this year’s tournament, and they seemed to get every call as they squeaked out victories that ruined my day.
I have despised Duke ever since the Christian Laettner and Bobby Hurley days. I still can’t stand Laettner, even after the “I Hate Christian Laettner” 30 for 30 documentary was made to try to turn hearts like mine.
It didn’t work. The Blue Devils are still the Dallas Cowboys of college basketball.
Laettner should have never even made that shot to beat Kentucky and send Duke to the 1992 Final Four. He should have been ejected from that game for his dirty play long before the final seconds.
Even though the Blue Devils built a 19-point lead, I kept the game on Sunday. I watched that lead dwindle to 10 before my 22-year-old daughter called me in hysterics.
She left her apartment at an off-campus complex owned by the University of Montana only to find a jack under her car and her front, driver’s-side wheel missing. The lug nuts were gone, too.
It was like a scene from the TV show “Everybody Hates Chris,” but in Missoula, not Bed-Stuy.
We put studded snow tires on her car in November, and I had her normal set of tires at our house in Butte.
Trying to calm her down, I told her I would be there as soon as I could. I said I would bring her those tires and put the donut spare on for her. Then she could go to the Honda dealer, where they would find her a rim and put the regular tires back on.
I loaded the tires into my truck and strapped them down. Then I drove away, heading to Missoula. As I pulled away from my house, I turned on KBOW to see if I could catch a final score of the Duke-UConn game.
The refs would bail the Blue Devils out from the UConn comeback bid, I figured, but I still wanted to hear the score.
Right when the radio came on, I heard the announcer screaming that UConn just took the lead on an incredible play with three-tenths of a second left on the clock. It turned out that it was .4 seconds on the clock, but it still was not enough time for Duke to answer with a miracle of its own.
UConn freshman Braylon Mullins stole a tipped pass that should have never been thrown, passed to a teammate, then got the pass back and sank a 35-foot 3-pointer to give the Huskies a 73-72 win.
For the record, I also don’t normally cheer for UConn because I can’t stand head coach Dan Hurley. That isn’t because he is Bobby Hurley’s brother, either. It’s because the UConn coach is the biggest crybaby this side of UCLA coach Mick Cronin.
The play and shot by Mullins were simply incredible. That will be replayed more than the shot Laettner should not have been allowed to shoot.
But I didn’t get to see it live because of some thief or thieves in Missoula. In the middle of the night, they stole a wheel from a girl who is working hard to pay for school along with the high cost of living in Missoula.
The thieves got an assist from a school that constantly gouges its students. At night time, the complex a few blocks south of the campus is only as bright as the moonlight. There are no street lights, and only about one in four of the lights above each apartment door work.
The ones that do give out light, however, are dim or flickering. That gives the complex a nice Cabrini-Green, Candyman kind of vibe.
I’m sure that is exactly how the highly-paid administrators at the school like to live at their homes. The school paid former president Seth Bodner around $350,000 a year to not answer emails, so it apparently cannot afford lightbulbs to help keep the students safe.
That, though, is a rant for another day. It is a conversation I cannot wait to have with Bodner now that he bailed on the students to run for the Senate. I bet he will now actually talk to the people since he wants our votes.
It was still kind of light out, but raining like crazy, when I got to Missoula to put the donut spare on the car. I went to O’Reilly’s Auto Parts on Broadway Street and bought a full set of anti-theft lug nuts for the car.
As they say, I was yesterday days old when I knew there was such a thing. Steeling wheels, I figured, was something you only see on television.
I also had to buy a wrench to lower the black-and-yellow hydraulic jack left behind without its handle.
The very nice UM Campus Security officer assured me that the jack would be sent to forensics and dusted for fingerprints and DNA. They would get all their best people on the case, and it would be solved in about 42 minutes, like we see on TV.
At least I took his laugh at my request for that as an assurance that it will be done.
He said the officers were going to be on the lookout for a car with a mismatched Honda wheel or a vehicle with one studded tire when they are patrolling the area. My daughter will be looking for that tire, too, when she walks to campus or takes walks around the neighborhood.
If you are in Missoula, maybe you could keep an eye out for that, too. Or maybe you know someone who mysteriously got a new Honda wheel for his or her car over the weekend. Thieves are not the smartest people, and they tend to talk. Maybe you will hear something.
If you do, please call the police. Better yet, contact me and let me know the name of the thief or thieves. They owe us about $600 for the rim and another $200 or so for the studded snow tire.
More importantly, I want to meet these people. I don’t want to fight them or hurt them.
I just want to have a little talk with them about a game they made me miss.
— Bill Foley, who would not vote for Seth Bodner for dog catcher, can be reached at foles74@gmail.com. Follow him at twitter.com/Foles74 or Bluesky at @foles74.bsky.social. Listen to him on the ButteCast on Apple Podcasts, Spotify or wherever you find your favorite podcasts.





















