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Even the Chicago media sees the legend of Coach Bob Green

Goodfellas is one of the greatest movies of all time.
If you don’t agree with that statement, then I will never trust your suggestion on any movie, television show or ice cream flavor.
One scene that stands out is when Henry Hill, played by Ray Liotta, hears on the radio that his pal Jimmy Conway, played by Robert De Niro, and his gang pulled of the Lufthansa heist at JFK Airport.
I the scene, Hill is shown in the shower — from the torso up. He starts screaming and slapping the shower wall. “Ahhh ha ha ha, Jimmy! Those son of a bitches. Oh, Jimmy!”
That was basically my reaction when I got about 13 minutes into the Waddle & Silvy Show on ESPN Chicago radio last Monday. During their “crosstalk” session with the Carmen & Jurko Show, Mark Silverman and Tom Waddle talked with Carmen DeFalco and John Jurkovic about how boring it is to listen to Chicago Bears coach Matt Eberflus talk.
Waddle is a former Bear and my favorite NFL receiver of all time. Jurko played for the Jaguars, Browns and some team I never heard of from Wisconsin.
The guys were talking about how much more fun Jim Harbaugh would be as a head coach when former Montana Tech coach Bob Green was brought up.
They didn’t know Coach Green’s name, and they surely didn’t know he is a Bears fan. But they knew of the “Geriatric Coach” thanks to the videos of his clips that have gone viral once or twice a year since he retired following the 2010 season.
Green says he is like a comet in that his video clips come around every so often.
Carmen, Jurko, Waddle and Silvy were talking about a quote in which Harbaugh said something like, “I like my locker room like my mom’s bathing suit. In one piece.”
That’s when Carmen brought up Green, who coached 24 years at Montana Tech.
“Who’s the college coach who has all the lines?” Carmen asked. “You see it on social media. He says ‘That’s a little bit of a double-edge sword. It’s like watching your mother-in-law go off a cliff in a Cadillac.”
Carmen got the line wrong, though I am sure there are several versions of the quote by the coach. The first time he busted it out came after the NAIA Orediggers made a strong showing but lost at NCAA Division I-AA North Dakota State in 2004.
“I have mixed feelings,” Green said. “It’s like seeing your mother-in-law driving off a cliff in your brand-new Cadillac.”
Carmen’s version, though, shook the memory of the other guys.
“Is this the old guy?” Silvy said. “I forget who this guy is. He’s a legendary coach.”
Carmen: “He’s like a Division III coach.”
Silvy: “Division II or Division III. He’s got all these good ones.”
Carmen: “He said, ‘Today we played like the third chair on the French horns.’ He’s got these, weird, like witty-little metaphors for everything, and they’re hysterical. I lost it when I saw him say the one about the mother-in-law in the Cadillac. I thought ‘Oh my God.’”
Waddle: “That’s good. That’s good.”
Then, the conversation turned back to Harbaugh possibly leaving Michigan to coach the Bears next season.
After I stopped screaming, I texted Coach Green to tell him that he was mentioned, if not by name, on the radio in Chicago. I told him Silvy referred to him as the “old guy.”
Green, of course, replied like you would expect him to.
“Happy to be ‘that old guy,’” the coach said. “Better than being ‘that no good son of a bitch.’”
The guys were right about one thing. Green is a legend. He hasn’t called a play — other than from the stands — in more than 13 years, and he is still talked about more than 1,400 miles away and in the third-biggest market in the United States.
Unfortunately, Green retired back when social media was new. If he was in his coaching prime today, there is no way we would have been able to keep him for so long in Butte.
He would have been a household name across the sporting universe.
Much bigger universities and maybe even professional teams would have come calling for the coach who has owned every room he has ever walked into.
One of the tragedies of Green’s remarkable coaching career was that his audience was so small.
Sure, he was a hit with the viewers when his funny clips were played on television. But Butte is the 186th largest television market — and that is when it is combined with Bozeman.
For most of Green’s career, the news was broadcast mostly in Butte.
Also, Green rarely had a press conference. Most of his media interaction after games came either on a one-one one interview with one TV reporter on the field or in his office with one reporter from The Montana Standard.
Sure, there was always a bit of a crowd because Chaz Jeniker, Ed “Scuby” Skubitz and the “Big Boy,” Jack Ferriter, were always there. While they often grilled the coach, they were not reporters.
They didn’t have any notebooks or cameras.
Green’s line about the Cadillac was definitely one of his best. But coming to a consensus to which Greenism is the best is like coming to a consensus on the best flavor of ice cream.
There is simply no wrong answer.
Later in 2004, Green pointed out how excited his players were to learn that they received an at-large bid into the NAIA playoffs.
“Our guys are bouncing around like they’re on Viagra-powered pogo sticks,” he said.
Green didn’t come up with all of his lines. When he hears someone say a funny line, Green will usually say, ‘Consider that stolen.”
Then he’ll wait until the perfect time to bust it out. Green has is a great memory. His mind is like a giant database of funny lines, and he as an uncanny ability to find the right funny line at perfect time.
My favorite Green lines were the ones that came off the top of his head. I got a lot of those in my decade or so covering his teams. I would sit in a chair across from his desk when I interviewed him.
When a funny line came to him, he would point at me and tilt his head as he acknowledged that he just came up with a good one.
My favorite Greenism of all time was one he didn’t even mention to a media member.
One year late in his career, I watched practice from up high as the Orediggers struggled to line up for conditioning drills on the practice field south of the HPER Complex.
“It’s a good thing you weren’t with me in ’69,” a frustrated, yet still-joking Green said to his players, referring to his time in Vietnam with the Marines. “I wouldn’t be here.”
It was always amazing to see how much Coach Green cares about his players — even players he hasn’t coached in decades. Even better is seeing how much love and respect those players have for the coach.
I can honestly not think of one player having a bad word to say about him. I’m sure there are some out there who didn’t like him as a coach. I have just never heard a bad word.
You certainly never heard of a single media member who dislikes Coach Green.
For so many years, covering the Orediggers was an absolute dream job for this old writer. Writing about his team never felt like a job. Never.
That is why those four Chicago radio guys wish they had Coach Green in Chicago, coaching the Bears.
Coach Green is one of the top three or four charismatic coaches of all time. At any level. He should have coached in the NFL. Chicago and the Bears would be better if they had him today, when he’s in his mid 70s.
If you don’t agree with that statement, then I will never trust your suggestion on any movie, television show or ice cream flavor.
— Bill Foley, who always goes for chocolate ice cream, can be reached at foles74@gmail.com. Follow him at twitter.com/Foles74. Listen to the ButteCast on Apple Podcasts, Spotify or wherever you find your favorite podcasts.
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Podcast No. 151: Monica Tranel

You might remember her for her commercials with the snake from the 2022 election.
She will be back again in 2024, this time sans the reptile.
Monica Tranel, a former Butte resident, is once again running for Montana’s first congressional seat. Once again, she will likely be taking on Ryan Zinke.
Just 13 months ago, Tranel lost to Ryan Zinke in a close race. While others would be deterred from politics after such a tough loss, Tranel is stepping back up to the plate to take another swing.
Tranel grew up in Eastern Montana and she was a two-time Olympian in rowing. She also lived in Butte for a while. As a resident of the Mining City, she worked as a lawyer and become a mother for the first time.
Tranel visited Butte on Monday and made handful of stops. That included a visit with local residents at the Centerville Firehall. There, Tranel listen to concerns from citizens about the plans to possibly dump toxic waste near homes on the Butte Hill.
She also stopped at the new M&M to try to recreate the iconic photo of Gov. Brian Schweitzer taking a shot at the M&M and for this fun conversation.
Listen in as Tranel talks about growing up with hard-working roots in Eastern Montana. Listen to how she is fighting the public service commission over the recent 28 percent rate hike in our power bills.
Listen in to hear how much she loved living in butte and how she says she is going to defeat Zinke in the rematch.
This interview was not done as a campaign event for Tranel. It was meant to help listeners and possible voters have a chance to get to know the candidate.
Rep. Zinke is also invited to appear on the podcast. So are all other politicians willing to sit down for a real conversation.

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Podcast No. 150: Kelci Thatcher and Kate Dennehy

Butte’s East Middle School is one of the best schools in the nation to attend if you have special needs.
At least that is what ESPN says.
Recently, the Bullpups were recognized as one of the top 40 inclusive schools in the nation during a telecast of SportsCenter.
One of the biggest reasons for that inclusiveness is the Unified Sports program at the school. Teachers and friends Kelci Thatcher and Kate (Vaughn) Dennehy are two of the incredible teachers behind the program.
Thatcher and Dennehy both teach special education at East. Thatcher is also the athletic director at the school. Both coach Unified Sports, which began a few years ago with basketball.
Listen in to this podcast to hear about the inception of the Unified sports program at East. Listen to how it has grown and will continue to grow.
Listen as Kelci and Kate describe how including special needs students enhances the school experience for all the students at East. Listen to how much fun they have teaching and coaching the special needs students
Today’s podcast is brought to you by Leskovar Honda, home of the 20-year, 200,000-mile warrantee. Kelci Thatcher, left, and Kate Dennehy are shown in the photo above.
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Let the bands march on

The best college football game I ever watched in person was played Dec. 3, 1994 at a snowy Washington-Grizzly Stadium in Missoula.
With injured superstar quarterback Dave Dickenson on the sideline with an ankle injury, Montana’s Andy Larson booted a 37-yard field goal with 8 seconds left. That lifted the Grizzlies to a 30-28 win over McNeese State in the NCAA Division I-AA quarterfinals.
The win came a little more than a year after Delaware beat the Grizzlies 49-48 in a first-round playoff game on the snowy Washington-Grizzly turf.
McNeese State had the lead and the ball late in the game, and Griz Nation was feeling a sense of déjà vu. The Griz fans in the crowd — and those watching on television — were collectively scared to death.
Griz coach Don Read called a late time out, and the Montana band jumped to its feet. For the first time of the game — and perhaps the season — the band played the song “Montana.”
No, it wasn’t the school’s fight song. Rather, it was the old official state song.
Montana, Montana, Glory of the West
Of all the states from coast to coast, you’re easily the best
Montana, Montana, where skies are always blue
M-O-N-T-A-N-A
Montana I love youI will never forget that moment, which came when the skies were, by the way, gray and white. Neither will most of the fans who packed the stadium, which had not yet been expanded to include seats in the end zones.
I will never forget how forceful the band director was when he stood up and signaled for the playing of that song. It was almost as if the band said, “No, we are not losing today.”
Did the band play a part in that win that day? I would say so. It definitely changed the attitude of the entire stadium, maybe even players included.’
We went from worried to cautiously optimistic.
Shortly after the band played that song and the entire stadium sang along, the Grizzlies stopped Henry Fields, McNeese State’s all-time leading rusher, on a fourth-down-and-1 at the Grizzly 12-yard line.
Then, backup quarterback Bert Wilberger and tiny receiver Matt Wells led the Grizzlies into field goal position for the win.
The next week, the Griz went on the road and fell 28-9 to Youngstown State in the semifinals. Still, that McNeese State game was one of the highlights of my years as a student at the University of Montana.
That game came back to mind when I saw the recent shameful treatment of the school bands of Montana and Montana State by the universities. The MSU band was not allowed to attend the Cat-Griz game in Missoula earlier this month because the two schools reached an agreement that will mean a little more money for the schools.
When the Griz go to Bozeman next year, their band members will have to buy a ticket if they want in.
Even worse, though, was that the Montana band saw its use greatly diminished by the school’s administration for the Cat-Griz game. It was not even allowed to play the school fight song, “Up With Montana,” after Grizzly touchdowns.
Instead, the public address speakers blasted “Cotton Eye Joe” by Rednex. The Swedish music group released its catchy version of the old folk song in 1994.
The song has nothing to do with the Grizzlies or Montana, but it became a staple of Griz games when they started playing it during Dave Dickenson-led blowouts in 1994 or 1995 at Washington-Grizzly Stadium. To many Griz fans, that song immediately brings back memories of the best football days in school history.
The song, though, is not the school’s fight song. “Cotton Eye Joy” is a ditty about the American South in the days before the Civil War. While its lyrics seem equally silly, “Up With Montana” was written specifically for the Montana Grizzlies.
Up with Montana, boys, down with the foe,
Good ol’ Grizzlies out for a victory;
We’ll shoot our backs ’round the foeman’s line;
A hot time is coming now, oh, brother mine.
Up with Montana, boys, down with the foe,
Good old Grizzlies triumph today;
And the squeal of the pig will float on the air;
From the tummy of the Grizzly Bear.This, of course, is not about which song is better. This is about the students of the two Montana universities. These football games are supposed to be all about the students.
When I was a student at UM, it used to enrage me when the student section for basketball games was cut in half when Boise State came to town. The school took away from the students so it could sell more tickets.
That is exactly what the move to eliminate the visiting band from the Cat-Griz game is all about, too. To hell with the students, let’s make a few more bucks.
As if the 3-hour commercial that is a Montana Grizzly football game doesn’t bring in enough revenue for the suits in the luxury boxes.
If a school administer makes a decision to put the sale of a small number of tickets over the students who pay tuition to the school, then that administer should look for a different line of work.
The No. 1 job for any of the higher ups at universities should be to enhance the student experience, not detract from it.
Also, you don’t have to be a student playing an instrument to see the value of a band at sporting events. Can you imagine watching a USC football game without hearing the band play?
It is important to have the visiting bands at games, too. That only adds to the already great atmosphere of college sports.
As long as we have two bands, there is hardly any need for someone to play music over the speakers — even if it is a fun song like “Cotton Eye Joe.”
In 1997, I sports editor the school paper at UM, The Montana Kaimin, and I made fun of the band in columns because the members usually weren’t paying attention to the game.
One time, Josh Paffhausen, of Butte, America, scored a touchdown on a broken play right before halftime. As Paffer dove for the pylon for the score, you could see band members — oblivious to the action — doing the Hokey Pokey and turning themselves around in the background.
A few weeks later, an opposing band made a grand entrance from the tunnel in the northwest corner of the stadium. The band members marched in single file up to their seats. Then each band member marched in place until the all the members reached their seats.
After that, the band played the school’s fight song, and the entire stadium — including the UM band — gave that band a standing ovation.
At the next home game, the Grizzly band made an entrance of its own. Seeing the way that other band performed during the game made the UM band a better band.
It didn’t make the members better musicians, but it made the band members better participants in the game.
A few years later, I returned to my alma mater for a basketball game, and I couldn’t believe how into the game the band members were. They definitely played a huge role in the Grizzlies’ overtime win over Northern Arizona on that Saturday in February of 2004.
As much as fans around the state want to fight over the Bobcats and Grizzlies, the games are not just about the fans. They are not about the profiteers poisoning the waters with FTC and FTG hats.
The games are supposed to be about the students first. That is something that the administrations of both schools have seemed to lose sight of, and that is too bad.
If those administrators who made these awful decisions need proof that they errored by hamstringing the bands, all they have to do is put on the tape of that McNeese State game from 1994.
— Bill Foley, who can’t carry a tune in a bucket, can be reached at foles74@gmail.com. Follow him at twitter.com/Foles74. Listen to the ButteCast on Apple Podcasts, Spotify or wherever you find your favorite podcasts.
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Saying goodbye to my best friend

The toughest part is going home.
For 4,217 days, returning to my house meant that I would be welcomed home by my best friend Bandit. She was a purebred English Setter, and I knew she would be standing on my front porch to greet me.
She was black and white, with black spots covering both of her eyes. It looked like she was wearing a bandit’s mask, and she was the most beautiful dog I ever laid my eyes on. She was also the smartest.
No matter the weather, that beautiful pooch would be outside waiting for me. She wouldn’t just wag her tail when I got home; she would wag her entire body. All four feet would shuffle as I walked through the gate.
She would jump up and down as I punched in the door code before zooming into and around the house. Nothing could beat the feeling of that welcome home. Nothing.
The rest of the world could hate me, but Bandit was there to offer unconditional love.
That welcome occurred almost every day for 11 years, 6 months and 16 days from May 5, 2012 until Nov. 20, 2023. Those were the best 4,217 days of my life.
I got Bandit from Nick, a friend and co-worker at The Montana Standard. Nick had her mother, and he sold all of Bandit’s siblings. He thought about keeping Bandit after a sale to someone else fell through, but he decided to send her home with me because he didn’t have the time to dedicate to two dogs.
Plus, he knew I was heartbroken by the recent death of my old pal Sadie about six weeks earlier.
Bandit was 14 weeks old when I took her home for the first time. It was late at night, and all three kids stayed up because they knew I was coming home with a surprise around midnight.
The girls, then 8 and 2, loved Bandit immediately. The boy, 4, was sad because she wasn’t a toy. He was so mad that he wanted to change the name given by Nick to Cat Poop.
Grady quickly learned to love Bandit, though, and the feeling was clearly immediately mutual. Bandit loved everyone in the family, but she was obsessed with me.
Before I took her home, Nick told me I would be blown away by how quickly Bandit would get attached to me. I grew up with dogs, and I had a special bond with each of them. So, I figured I already knew what Nick meant.
Boy, was I ever wrong.
The love from Bandit was like nothing I have ever seen before. She was my dog, and she followed me everywhere I went.
If I was sitting at my computer, Bandit was at my feet. If I was on the coach, she was lying nearby. If I was in the bathroom, so was Bandit.
When she was 4, my oldest daughter decided she wanted a lapdog. Her reasoning was that Bandit was too dedicated to me. She wanted a dog who had that much devotion to her.
So, in August of 2016, we took the family to Lagoon for a short vacation. Then we swung down to Sandy, Utah to pick up Boogie, a Shih Tzu/Lhasa Apso my daughter fell in love with over a picture on the internet.
We had to take Bandit to Logan’s Run outside Anaconda for five days as we made the trip. When I went to pick her up, the worker there told me that Bandit just moped around for five days.
Then, he opened a door to let Bandit into the room, an she started jumping all over me like Dino attacking Fred Flintstone after work. She must have thought that she would never see me again.
The guy in charge of the kennel told me he never saw a dog love his owner so much.
Bandit went running with me on the first morning after I took her home, and she loved it. We went running all the time. She helped me train for two marathons.
When we weren’t running, we were walking around Big Butte. She would often stray so far away from me that I would sit on top of the mountain and wait for her to catch up with me.
Sometimes I would have to wait for an hour.
When Boogie started going with us for walks, though, Bandit started to stay close by. I think she was looking out for the little guy.
It is hard to imagine another dog putting up with Boogie, a classic little dog who thinks he runs the house. He would often chase Bandit to her bed so he could try to get all the attention.
But Bandit didn’t have a mean bone in her body. Instead of eating Boogie, she just put up with him.
One time Bandit accidentally caught a bird, and she immediately dropped it out of her mouth. She wanted to look at it, not kill it.
When she finally got face to face with her old nemesis — the cat across the street — she just looked, sniffed and wagged her tail as the cat arched its back and got ready to strike.
Bandit never even thought about striking.
I didn’t know it was going to be Bandit’s last walk when we went around Big Butte on Sunday, Nov. 19. Bandit was happy, and she seemed healthy. Sure, she wasn’t as fast as she used to be, and she needed help in and out of the cab of my truck, but she still chased birds and squirrels as we made our way around the mountain.
She was happy as we came home, and she slept in her bed right next to me like she always did.
The next morning, though, she couldn’t get up. She peed right where she was lying on the floor.
We knew what that meant.
I didn’t want Bandit to suffer, so I carried her to the truck to take her to Highlands Veterinary Hospital. The two youngest kids were at school, and the oldest was at the University of Montana in Missoula.
We called our daughter to tell her we had to put Bandit down, and we had to do it right away. She cried and protested because she wanted to come home in time to say goodbye.
When Bandit heard Delaney’s voice, she stood up. It was almost as if she said she wanted to say goodbye, too.

So, we took Bandit home for a while. She tried to rally, but she couldn’t walk. I laid down on the floor for hours, petting her and talking to her. Boogie seemed to know something was up, and he let her have all the attention.
Delaney came home, and we took Bandit back down to the vet that afternoon. The rest of the family met us there, and we all got down on the floor with Bandit. She crossed the bridge with the family members she loved so much all petting her.
A few seconds before she fell asleep for the final time, Bandit reached her head up and licked me on the face.
It was peaceful and beautiful. But it was also heartbreaking.
I’ve had to put dogs down before, and it always hurts. This time, though, it seems worse. Bandit is the best dog I have ever even heard of. I worked mostly form home all of her life, and I spent more time with her than any person.
It is no stretch to say that I will miss her for the rest of my life.
People have told me that she will live forever in my heart, and that is true. I can feel her in there now. She is holding all the broken pieces together.
The pain of losing her is so real. It is a pain that we sign up for when we welcome a dog into our lives. We know one day our heart will ache, but we know it will be worth it.
While I might be the saddest guy in town today, for 4,217 days Bandit made sure I was the happiest. So, like in “Maggie’s Song” by Chris Stapleton, I told Bandit she was a good dog, and I told her goodbye.
I also told her thank you for all the joy she brought to all of our lives.
I just hope I made her life half as happy as she always made me when she welcomed me home.
— Bill Foley can be reached at foles74@gmail.com. Follow him at twitter.com/Foles74. Listen to the ButteCast on Apple Podcasts, Spotify or wherever you find your favorite podcasts.
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Podcast No. 149: Tim Norbeck

Tim Norbeck is the former principal at Butte Central Catholic High School and superintendent at Jefferson High School in Boulder.
He grew up on La Platte Street in Centerville and played football at Butte Central and Carroll College. He then went into the education business for 35 years. He currently works for Youth Dynamics in Butte, where he tries to make life better for the children of our community.
Earlier today, we met at the Coaches Corner at Metals Sports Bar & Grill for this fun conversation and lunch.
Listen in as Tim talks about growing up in Centerville, which we all know is God’s country. Listen to him talk about playing against Butte High in that classic overtime football game of 1981 and his days playing for Bob Petrino at Carroll College.
Listen in to hear Tim talk about education and why he loved that profession. Listen to hear the nickname for his wife that he stole from Coach Petrino.
If nothing else, it is worth listening to this podcast just to hear that nickname.













