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He calls me ‘Guy’

Ronnie Counts calls me “Guy.”
That’s what he calls all men and boys when he knows that he knows us but doesn’t know our name. I fall under that category.
Ronnie knows me pretty well. He knows my son, and he knows that he had some health issues a few years back. When Grady isn’t with me, Ronnie asks, “How’s your boy?”
You can tell that he genuinely cares about him. You just can’t fake that kind of sincerity, and Ronnie is nothing if not sincere.
Ronnie knows legendary sportswriter Bruce Sayler by name. Bruce is one of the lucky few, and he knew I worked with Bruce. After Bruce suffered a heart attack and was severely injured in the crash the attack caused in 2002, Ronnie would come up to me to ask, “How’s Bruce?”
Of course, just about everybody in town knows Ronnie. Most of us call him “Coach Ron” or “Coach Ronnie” or simply “Coach.”
Ronnie is a Special Olympian, and he has been a part of so many teams. He has “coached” with the Butte High Bulldogs, Butte Central Maroons, Montana Tech Orediggers and countless other teams around town.
He used to direct the band at every school in town, and he often dressed up as an umpire at local softball games when he was younger.
I have known Ronnie for as long as I can remember. When I was in junior high school, I used to work the concession stand at the Stodden Park softball fields.
Ronnie would come to the counter and say something like, “I’d buy a hotdog and a pop, but I have no money.”
Or, he’d throw a handful of pennies, nickels and dimes on the counter and say, “What can I get for this?”
Of course, Ronnie’s money was never good at the concession stand when I worked. He got whatever he wanted for free, and he was not shy at all about taking advantage of that.
Ronnie, who can eat more hotdogs than Joey Chesnut, truly is a Butte legend. He has been at the heart of so many great Butte sports moments that it is hard to even begin to count them all.
When he addressed a packed Butte Civic Center full of athletes before the Special Olympic State Basketball tournament in 2019, former NFL player Colt Anderson told the crowd that Ronnie was his favorite coach of all time.
We all have our favorite Ronnie story, and mine is one that has been going on for about eight years now. It started when I took a photo of Ronnie holding up a BC towel while he was sitting on the end of the team bench during a divisional basketball tournament at the Maroon Activities Center.
It was a pretty cool photo that I put in the photo gallery inside the game story on ButteSports.com.
Not long after I took that photo, my computer crashed. Luckily, I still had all the all the photos on the website. Or so I thought.
For reasons I will never understand, the guy redesigning ButteSports.com decided to trash all the photos that we had on the site from 2012 into 2016.
Sure, I have all the photos somewhere on laptops of that have long since crashed. But getting them off the computers is above my technological savvy.
I believe I have three computers like that in my basement because PC laptops, in my experience, only last two years.
Not long after the ill-advice decision to trash our ButteSports.com photos, Ronnie started to ask me for copies of the photos I took of him.
“Hey guy,” he will say when I see him. “You get those photos for me?”
He has literally asked me that more than 100 times. I feel like I am disappointed him every time I see him. He does not understand the reason I do not have the photos.
He kept asking even after I gave up the job with ButteSports.com and started officiating basketball games. Ronnie will see me standing in the officials costume across the court and walk over. “Hey Guy,” he will say. “You got those photos yet?”
Ronnie is never disappointed that I don’t have the photos. He always laughs at me, and I tell him I will work on it.
Ronnie showed up in uniform to coach the Butte Muckers during their June baseball tournament in Butte. During one game, he came up to the press box, where I was working as the public address announcer, because it was an unseasonably cold day.
“I’d buy one of those sweatshirts,” Ronnie said, “but I didn’t bring my money.”
It was like I was at the concession stand again. I knew exactly what Ronnie was getting at, but he would never flat-out ask me to buy him a hoodie. But he did ask me to drive him home so he could get a sweatshirt.
So, my wife and I bought Ronnie a “Muck Show” hoodie, and he was happy as could be as he pulled it over his head. He was also very grateful.
“Thanks guy,” Ronnie said. “You get those photos yet?”
This weekend, I will have more than a photo for Ronnie. We will have a plaque for him during the Green Jacket Ceremony of the Butte Sports Hall of Fame induction. Ronnie will get to take that plaque home, while a replica will forever hang on the wall with the Butte Sports immortals of the Hall of Fame in the lobby of the Civic Center.
Ronnie wasn’t voted into the Hall of Fame as a Green Jacket, but he will be the recipient of our first Special Olympics Lifetime Achievement Award. We are inviting every Special Olympian in town to walk down the aisle and go on stage with Ronnie as he receives the special honor.
We plan honor a Special Olympian every time we induct a Hall of Fame class moving forward. It is something that is long overdue.
“Special Olympian” is not just a clever term. Those athletes truly are special. If Special Olympians ran the world, it would be a much better place. There would be no war, and everyone would be happy to take care of everyone else.
None is more special that Coach Ron. Not in these parts.
This honor, though, is not an attempt to stop Ronnie from asking me for those photos. I know that will never happen.
I know that because Coach Ron was in uniform as the Butte Miners won the South A District American Legion baseball tournament in Butte in July of 2022. Of course, the team went on to win the Class A State title and the Northwest Class A Regional title, and Ronnie was on Cloud 9.
After the District championship game, I took a picture of Ronnie with a handful of Miners players. Ronnie was happy as could be in the photo.
The next day, I got a print of the photo and put it in a nice frame. I brought it by Ronnie’s apartment to give it to him. While I did not have those other photos, I knew Ronnie would be thrilled with the photo I gave him.
He might even forget about the other photos, I figured. I figured wrong.
When I handed Ronnie the photo, he looked at it and beamed. I could tell that he was really happy with the picture.
With a big smile on his face, he held it out and stared at the photo for what had to be 30 seconds.
“Thanks Guy,” Ronnie said as he turned to look at me. “You got those other photos yet?”
— Bill Foley, who answers to Guy, Bill, Billy, Mac or Buddy, can be reached at foles74@gmail.com. Follow him at twitter.com/Foles74. Listen to him on the ButteCast on Apple Podcasts, Spotify or wherever you find your favorite podcasts.
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Podcast No. 199: Gingerbread Amy

Gingerbread Amy is the newest Butte Rat.
She has only been in the “Holey City” since June 8 of this year, but she made herself at home almost as fast as Irish Johnny did. She also plans to stay around for a while, giving tutorials on how to build gingerbread houses and just generally entertaining the people.
Earlier this week, Amy hosted Open Mic Night at the Covellite Theater. She has been doing standup at such events for 20 plus years. She has also been “making a living” with gingerbread houses for about the same time.
Amy says she has been working in the minor leagues of the entertainment business for decades, and that is the way that she likes it. Fame is not what she strives for. She simply wants to make a positive impact in the lives of others.
In her short time in the Mining City, she is proving to do just that. She was a huge hit in the Fourth of July parade, and she is a fixture at the counter at the M&M, where she says she has her personalized chefs.
Yesterday I met Amy at her workshop in uptown Butte for a fun conversation.
Listen in to hear how the New Hampshire native ended up in the Mining City. Listen to hear her talk about her years entertaining and successful tennis career. Listen in to hear her take on Butte and on why she immediately felt like home when she came her.
Listen in to hear that Gingerbread Amy is about a whole lot more than gingerbread houses. For more on Amy, go to gingerbreadamy.com.
Today’s podcast is presented by Casagranda’s Steakhouse. Eat where the locals eat.
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Podcast No. 198: John Amtmann

The world is John Amtmann’s playground.
If you look up John on Facebook, you will see that is true. You will find a bunch of photos and videos of John whitewater rafting, descending a cliff, rolling on the mats, riding his mountain bike or one of many other activities. You would have to think that he rarely ever sleeps.
John disputes that, however. He says that his favorite hobby is to take naps.
When he isn’t teaching in the biological science department at Montana Tech, he is driving an ambulance, working as a ski patrol or life guard or delivering pizzas around Chicago. He grew up in Arlington Heights, which is a suburb of the Windy City.
Recently, John spent time backpacking around Japan in a quest to learn more about the martial arts.
John really is one of the most interesting men you will ever meet. He is too down to earth to go by “Dr. Amtmann,” even though that is a title he earned.
He is the father of three girls — Aidan, Hannah and Devin. While some have said the way he raised his daughter was dangers, John said he raised them to live. They are now three successful adults who also have a lot of fun.
In fact, John was kayaking on the Big Hole River with one of his daughters right before this podcast, which was recorded in the Team Room of the Metals Sports Bar & Grill.
Listen in to hear John talk about growing up in Chicagoland and the many times he has gone back. Listen to why he says he earned postseason honors as a very undersized defensive end in high school.
Listen to hear his teaching and parenting philosophies and to hear what he learned in his journey through The Land of The Rising Sun.
Today’s podcast is brought to you by Leskovar Honda, home of the 20-year, 200,000-mile warrantee.
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Erin Popovich was a tough interview, but she is a Butte sports legend

It is still the toughest interview of my career. It is also one of the best subjects of a story I ever got to write about.
In the fall of 1998, I was a part-time writer for The Montana Standard. One day, Bruce Sayler sent me to the Montana Tech pool to write a story about an eight-grade swimmer named Erin Popovich.
Walter Hinick went to the pool to snap a photo of Erin, and the story ran on the cover of the next day’s sports section.
Even at such a young age, Erin was already making big things happen.
Less than a year after she joined the Butte Tarpons swimming team, the Butte Central Junior High student was heading to Christchurch, New Zealand to compete in the International Paralympic World Swimming Championships.
It did not take long to see that this girl was a phenom in the pool.
I didn’t know a lot about swimming then. I still don’t. But I have never seen anyone make something look as easy as young Erin made swimming look. She effortlessly darted back and forth in the pool as if she was a goldfish.
I watched in awe as she just went back and forth and back and forth.
Getting her to answer questions, though, was kind of like pulling teeth.
“What do you like best about swimming?”
“Are you excited about your trip?”
“How do you expect to do?”
“Are you going to compete in swimming when you’re in high school?”
The answer to each question was the same. Erin looked at me, put out her hands out and shrugged her shoulders as if to say, “I don’t know.”
When you study journalism in college, the professors do not prepare you for such an interview. I was definitely not prepared to write a feature story on a person who hardly spoke at all.
Of course, when I went to the University of Montana to become a newspaper writer, I never thought I would be interviewing a girl in the eighth grade. Even the most well-spoke eighth graders are tough interviews.
When I got back to the newsroom and sat down at my computer, Bruce, then the sports editor of the paper, asked me how the interview went.
“It was so tough,” I said. “She shrugged her shoulders at every question.”
Bruce quickly put that into perspective.
“It could have been worse,” he said. “It could have been a radio interview.”
Erin did give me one really good answer for the story. I asked her if she felt like she had a disability. She shook her head to say, “no.” Then, thankfully, she elaborated.
“Except for maybe going on roller coasters,” she said before holding her thumb and index finger about an inch apart. “I’m always this much too short.”
At the time, Erin was 4 feet, 2 ¾ inches tall. She was born with achondroplasia, a genetic disorder that restricted the growth of her limbs.
The day I met Erin, I learned from her mother, Barbara, that “dwarf” is the preferred term. More importantly, I learned that a good story is not about the quotes. It is about the subject. And no subject was better than Erin Popovich.
Marie Cook was the coach of the Butte Tarpons, and she went on and on about the greatness of Erin.
“She’s a dedicated athlete,” Cook said. “She gives 100 percent in practice and 100 percent at competitions.”
Basically, Cook said Erin was a coach’s dream.
“When she’s working, she really stays focused,” Cook said. “She listens to her coaches and really tries to do what they say. It’s hard for the kids on this team to think of her as disabled. But when she gets on the blocks with taller kids, you can see it. She’s such an inspiration to everyone.”
Erin started swimming for the Tarpons in January of 1998. By the end of September, she already held a world record and two American records in disabled swimming.
That, however, was just the beginning.
Erin, who graduated from Butte Central in 2003, went on to be a three-time Paralympian, competing for the United States in 2000, 2004 and 2008. She won 19 Paralympic medals — 14 gold and five silver.
She destroyed more records than Mike Veek’s Disco Demolition night.
Her long list of achievements includes winning two ESPY Awards for Best Female Athlete with a Disability. She was named the Women’s Sports Foundation’s Sportswoman of the Year in 2005.
Erin graduated from Colorado State University, where she swam at the NCAA Division I level against able-bodied athletes. She earned a degree in health and exercise science.
In 2019, Erin became just the second Paralympic swimmer to be inducted into the U.S. Olympic and Paralympic Hall of Fame.
She sure did come a long way from being that young girl who had to wear braces to straighten her back and legs.
The daughter of Dr. Keith Popovich, Erin moved to Butte when she was 5. By the time I met her that day at the Tech pool, she had undergone multiple surgeries, including one on her eardrum that allowed her to finally try swimming.
Now she is 39, and swimming is still very much a part of her life.
Her career has taken her to the administration side of Paralympic swimming.
Earlier this year, I talked to Erin for the first time since that day in 1998. I had a hard time connecting with her on the phone because she travels the world.
When I finally got ahold of her, Erin was in Switzerland with the U.S. swimming team. I was calling to tell her that she was selected to be inducted into the Butte Sports Hall of Fame.
Even though it is not the first Hall of Fame to call her, Erin truly seemed to be blown away by the honor.
Almost every email I have sent to her regarding the details of the induction generates an automatic replay telling me that Erin will get back to me when she gets back into the country.
Next weekend, Erin will take her rightful place alongside the more than 200 Butte sports immortals in the Butte Sports Hall of Fame.
She might be the smallest of those immortals, but she one of only a few who have her own Wikipedia page.
That page, by the way, says that Erin is now 4 feet, 4 ¾ inches tall.
So, not even roller coasters are obstacles any more.
— Bill Foley, who thinks riding roller coasters is overrated anyway, can be reached at foles74@gmail.com. Follow him at twitter.com/Foles74. Listen to him on the ButteCast on Apple Podcasts, Spotify or wherever you find your favorite podcasts.



































