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This does not have to be the end for the Silver Bow Drive-In

One of the best things about being a dad is playing catch with your children.
While my two daughters never got into sports at all, I must have played catch with my son 10,000 times in the first 16 years of his life.
When he was first learning how to catch a baseball, we used to play a game to see how many throws we could go in a row without dropping the ball. I think our record was 89 when he 6.
Without question, my favorite time playing catch with my son was at the Silver Bow Drive-In one early-summer night in 2018. The boy was 10, and I took him to the movie “Solo,” a show the girls in the house were not interested in.
We got to the drive-in theater really early to get a good spot. The sun was a long way from going down, so I popped the trunk and grabbed a ball and our mitts. I was his Little League coach, so we always had our gear bag in the trunk.
We played catch in front of our car for a solid half hour —talking about baseball and life the whole time — before we decided it was time to head to the concession stand for some pop, popcorn and Swedish fish.
Then, we settled in and watched a movie that was OK. It was a night for the ages.
I thought about that night often over the last couple of months. In December, we learned that a company had applied for a conditional-use permit from the Zoning Board of Adjustments to open a Maverick gas station right next door to the drive-in.
The owners who opened and have operated the drive-in since 1977 feared that the granting of that permit would force the drive-in to shut down. The lights, noise and smells from a gas station could ruin their business, they said.
On Thursday night, the board voted to approve the permit after a meeting filled with passionate pleas from the public to save the drive-in.
The process is far from perfect, and the lectures the drive-in supporters got from a couple of board members, who seemed to be offended by the public questioning the decision we did not yet know they would make, was puzzling and a bit offensive.
It was also kind of sad how the concerns of the rural residents seemed to fall on deaf ears.
But I have no reason to think that the 5-0 vote was guided by anything other than the way the board members interpreted the law, even though I think there is at least a decent chance the ruling could be overturned in District Court if it is appealed.
That is not what this column is about, however. The point here is that we can still save the drive-in if a gas station is, indeed, built next door.
We do not have to lose the last drive-in theater in Montana over this. We can still make sure that the drive-in is there for our children’s children to go with their children.
We just have to go. We have to go, and we have to keep going.
Starting this May, we need to pack that place night after night to show the owners of the drive-in that it is still worth it to keep showing movies.
The vote at Thursday’s meeting was discouraging. It was heartbreaking on so many levels.
But there was one very encouraging thing about the meeting.
Maverick representative Rich Piggott was there to put on a presentation. He talked about the plans the company has to try to mitigate the potential damages the station’s existence will likely have on the drive-in.
The plans for planting non-native trees and brushes do not give us a ton of confidence, and there may be no way to eliminate all the light, noise and smells.
But I watched Piggott as drive-in supporter after drive-in supporter spoke before the board. He appeared to be listening. He often nodded his head in agreement, and he took a ton of notes.
He seemed genuine, and that should count for something.
That was a good sign that Maverick will, in fact, be willing to sit down with the owners of the drive-in to make sure that the gas station is the good neighbor it promises to be.
Maybe the station will even be willing to turn off its lights — or at least way down — during the hours movies are being played.
No matter what the gas station does, however, there will likely be some light, noise or smell distractions at the theater. Those distractions will force some people to stay away from the drive-in.
For nearly a half a century, Mark and Holly Hansen and their family has run the Silver Bow Drive-In. It is hard to imagine that the drive-in, which opens in May and closes in September, is a huge money maker for the family.
After all, the drive-in is the cheapest ticket to watch a movie you will find. The concession stand is also much less expensive than you will find in indoor movie theaters.
The Hansen family has run the theater because, well, that is just something the Hansen family does. Hansens have been running movie theaters in Montana for nearly 100 years.
They never did it to make fortunes. It was and still is a passion project.
The people of Southwest Montana — and well beyond — owe so much to that family for providing us something as wonderful as the Silver Bow Drive-In for so many years.
Now, it is time for us to return the favor.
If you go to the drive-in once or twice a year, make sure that you go once or twice more. Don’t stop at the gas station for your pop, popcorn and candy on the way. Make sure to buy it at the drive-in.
Yes, there will be more distractions while watching the movie. But there are already multiple distractions when you watch a movie anywhere.
In the theaters, you hear people talking or you see them playing on their phones.
You see traffic driving by or those annoying little dashboard lights when you go to the drive in. Then there is always that one person who doesn’t realize his headlights are on after he starts his car on a cold night.
There are even more distractions when you try to watch a movie at home — especially if you have children or a smartphone.
The drive-in, though, is about so much more than the movie. It is about being out with your family, pets, friends, significant other or the person you are auditioning to be your significant other on a nice summer night. It is about seeing the nice family and their employees as you get out of the house.
It is about playing catch with your son or daughter as you wait for the sun to go down.
Right now, the United States has less than 300 authentic drive-in theaters. People in cities around the country would kill to have the Silver Bow Drive-In where they live.
We cannot let the distraction of a gas station next door ruin that.
— Bill Foley, who is usually the distraction during a movie, 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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Nobody does it better than Bruce

A handful of members of the Butte Sports Hall of Fame 2024 induction class took to the podium to talk about their recent election into the Mining City shrine.
Family members of some of those who will be inducted posthumously also spoke during the press conference at the Butte Civic Center.
Steve Schulte gave the longest speech, while Betty Merrifield gave the shortest. Betty just said she was honored, and she said thank you.
Matt Buckley was the funniest speaker, and Bruce Sayler was the quietest. We knew going in that both of those would be true.
In his quiet comments, Bruce said that he was going into the Hall of Fame simply for watching sports. He said he was just a lucky guy who never had to work for a living.
We know both of those are not really true. But I believe wholeheartedly that Bruce truly feels that way. You just cannot fake the kind of humility Bruce demonstrates every single day.
For more than half a century, Bruce was the first draft of history when it came to local sports and local sports heroes. Since 1978, he has written about athletes from Butte.
Bruce was never just “watching sports,” like he says. He wasn’t just documenting it, either.
Through the years, Bruce has always had a special way to eloquently capture the action at the games and describe it in a fashion that burned it into our minds.
He somehow made the biggest games feel even bigger. He turned superstars like Meg Haran, Don Douglas, Brian Morris, Josh Paffhausen and so many more into legends.
Here is how Bruce opened his story about Morris leading Butte Central to a win in Deer Lodge in the Sept. 19, 1981 edition of the Standard:
“Churn, churn. Smack. Grind, Grind. Smack. Crash. Thump.
“That’s Morris Code.
“And, it signaled a 16-14 Western A high school football victory for the Butte Central Maroons over the Deer Lodge Wardens Friday night at Ted Rule Field.”
The poetic brilliance of that opening is only topped by the image of Bruce writing it, clanking away on an old typewriter in the smoky newsroom of the Standard, with a cigarette dangling from his lips.
Years later, coaches told young players about how Morris, who went on to play at Stanford University, always kept his “legs churning.” Bruce’s description of Morris cement that legacy of the great runner.
Like the running, the writing was pure art.
Bruce did not create Morris, but he certainly elevated his lore in a town full of sports heroes.
Here’s one more sentence about Morris in that same story:
“Brian Morris, a 6-5, 201-pound senior tailback, carried the Maroons to Friday night’s win and also packed quite a few Deer Lodge defenders while gaining 189 yards in 30 carries.”
I dream of writing a sentence like that. Bruce has been doing it over and over his entire professional life, which is in its 51st school year covering high school and college sports.
Bruce, who will turn 72 before the Butte Sports Hall of Fame Class of 2024 is inducted in July, could have retired years ago. He still writes for ButteSports.com because he loves what he does.
Maybe that is why he says he never worked a day in his life.
I grew up reading Bruce — along with Hudson Willse and Jim Edgar — in the newspaper. I call that the “golden age of sports writing” in the Mining City, and it was. For years, we had three of the best sportswriters around covering our teams.
Bruce could have easily moved up and taken his game to a major newspaper. The only reason he didn’t was that he met a girl and fell in love. He also fell in love with his adopted hometown.
Sports fans in Southwest Montana are lucky on both accounts.
As far as not working goes, well, that is certainly not the case with Bruce.
I was with him at the Standard for 14 years, and I knew exactly what Bruce did to make sure that we got every game in the paper every night. That included all of the boys and all of the girls.
Bruce was a true pioneer when it came to making sure girls got equal coverage.
Getting the scores and boxscores in the paper each night was no easy task. We had to take calls over the phone, and we had to read horrible copies off the fax machine, too.
Bruce made sure we were persistent and correct. He demanded excellence in his sports section, and he got it. It seemed like organized chaos on many nights, but Bruce was there to make sure it all came together in the end.
For a large portion of his career, Bruce’s days off were Tuesday and Wednesday. Those are far from ideal days off for a family man.
But he knew that when you are a sportswriter, you miss weddings, birthday, anniversaries and so many other great occasions with family and friends. Bruce never complained about what he was missing out on, though.
Unless it was the shortsighted corporation that owned the paper making cutbacks that directly affected the sports page, Bruce rarely complained about anything.
Rather, he sees the best in every situation and every person.
For whatever reason, Bruce always saw the best in me, too. I cannot count the number of times he was in the publisher’s office defending Matt Vincent and me when people were offended by what we wrote in our “Rat Chat” column.
Bruce inspired me to become a sportswriter when I was in high school. Then he worked harder than anyone to make sure I kept that job.
No other sports editor in the world would have signed off on “Rat Chat.” But Bruce let us be ourselves, and I think the readers had fun because of that.
Vinny and I jokingly referred to Bruce as the “Big Boss.” It is something that we stole from the old television show “News Radio.”
Of course, we were being a bit ironic. While Bruce was clearly in charge, he never felt like a boss. He was always so much more of a mentor and a friend.
To work with Bruce was to love Bruce. Everybody who ever worked with him will tell you that.
In December of 2002, Bruce suffered a heart attack — which was likely brought on by the stress from his job. He went into work late on a Monday night, which was supposed to be his night off, to do some scheduling work.
On his way home, the heart attack hit, and Bruce crashed his truck into a pole on the corner of Park and Wyoming streets, smashing his legs and breaking many other bones, including multiple ribs.
Bruce could have easily gone on disability and never worked gain. But he was loyal to the company, coworkers and readers. Plus, he loved that job.
So, Bruce battled his way back to his seat in the newsroom — this time without the cigarette.
A dozen years after he left the paper, Bruce is showing no signs that he is ready to stop. If he isn’t writing about a local game, you can usually find him there watching.
In July, Bruce will be inducted into the Butte Sports Hall of Fame. He will officially join the sports immortals he helped immortalize.
Bruce will tell you that he doesn’t know why he was picked for his plaque to join the prestigious wall at the Butte Civic Center.
But we all know why.
We know that nobody does it better than that quiet man we call the Big Boss.
— Bill Foley, who owes his entire career to the quiet Bruce Sayler, 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. 168: Pat Foley

On St. Patrick’s Day in 1984, Butte High’s boys’ basketball team beat Great Falls High 53-50 to capture the Class AA State championship.
It was Butte High’s first title since 1958.
The head coach of the Bulldogs that night, and for the next decade, was Pat Foley.
The win in the championship game came three months after Foley’s Bulldogs edged Butte Central in an overtime thriller at the Butte Civic Center. The Maroons won the Class A crown a week earlier in Butte.
Five years later, Foley’s Bulldogs entered the championship game with a 21-0 record. This time, Butte High fell to Kalispell in the title tilt in Billings. The score was the same as in 1984, 53-50.
Coach Foley will get to be a part of two reunions this year. The 1984 team will be in town to celebrate the 40thanniversary of their victory. They will appear in the St. Paddy’s Day Parade.
Then, the 1988-89 Bulldogs will be inducted into the Butte Sports Hall of Fame this July 19-20.
Coach Foley led the Bulldog boys for 12 years, compiling a 161-109 record. Only the great Swede Dahlberg has won more games at Butte High School. Before that, Coach Foley led the Butte High girls’ team. His Bulldogs placed third at State in 1981.
Listen in as Coach Foley talks about coaching the Bulldogs and Maroons. Listen in as he talks about his playing days at Butte Central and how Tom O’Neill saved his life.
Listen to how he got into coaching and how happy he is to see longtime assistant coach and friend Dan Lean join the Hall of Fame with his 1989 Bulldogs this summer.
Listen to how he tries to kill the chances of me ever landing a sponsorship from McDonalds. Listen to hear how a guy who says he doesn’t like to talk can talk with the best of them.
Today’s podcast is presented by Leskovar Honda, home of the 20-year, 200,000-mile warrantee.
Watch the 1984 Class AA State championship game below. It starts with the final minutes of the third-place game.
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Podcast No. 167: Betty Merrifield

When it comes to being humble, nobody takes a back seat to Betty Merrifield.
When the selection committee called to tell her she was elected into the Butte Sports Hall of Fame last week, Betty didn’t know why.
Betty was elected to the Hall of Fame as a contributor, and no word can better describe Betty. She contributes so the athletes can compete. Whether it has been at speedskating meets, cross country races, road races or track meets, Betty is there to lend a hand.
She says she is just one of many volunteers, but we know better. She is the one who is always there. She has been for decades. It’s just what she does.
In July, Betty will become the third Merrifield inducted into the Butte shrine. She will join her daughter, Liza Dennehy, and her late husband, Charlie. She will also join her brother, the late Jack Whelan, as a Hall of Famer.
All this comes even though girls had no organized sports when Betty was growing up near Clark Park in Butte.
That, though, did not stop Betty’s love for sports. She is at almost every Butte sporting event, including watching her four children and seven grandchildren compete.
Betty also likely announced your name or the name of your children and grandchildren, nieces or nephews while they competed in track meets. Like her husband, Betty is a Butte institution. It is hard to imagine this place without her.
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