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Podcast No. 41: Blake Hempstead

Blake Hempstead is the biggest defender and the biggest supporter of his hometown of Anaconda.
Nobody loves the Smelter City or the Anaconda Copperheads more than Blake, a 1993 graduate who has been the radio voice of the Copperheads for more than two decades. He works hard to make sure young boys and girls in Anaconda want to grow up to be Copperheads.
Click here to listen in as he talks about growing up in Anaconda and seeing how the town has changed over the years. Listen as he talks about the renovation of Memorial Gym and throwing a fit and quitting the school board in the middle of an online meeting. Listen to his man crush on Butte Central coach Brodie Kelly. Listen in to hear how Blake’s love of Anaconda is as genuine as it comes.
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Damar Hamlin scare brought out the best and the worst

In his viral comments following the Montana-Montana State football game, Bobcat quarterback Tommy Mellott used a loaded word.
“Quit trying to dehumanize those guys over there,” the Butte High graduate said, in part, in a live television interview.
Most people seemed to see what Mellott was saying. While it was probably not possible to do it at the time, he was trying to save the Grizzly players in the moment.
He knows what it is like to lose a big game, and he did not want his fans to pile on the Grizzlies. (Click here for a podcast version of this column.)
Since the comments seemed to strike a chord with so many, there could be some hope that his words will help down the line.
The word “dehumanize” is what really jumped out. It seemed to have a lot of people scratching their heads because it is not something they thought they would hear following a sporting event.
Looking back at it nearly two months later, it is easy to see that Mellott used the perfect word. Dehumanizing is what sports fans — and so many of those in charge of running the games — do way too often.
We clearly saw that when Buffalo Bills safety Damar Hamlin nearly lost his life on live television last Monday night.
Before Hamlin even made it to the hospital, Skip Bayless, of the television show “Skip and Shannon: Undisputed,” tweeted that the game was too big to postpone.
After it became apparent that the tweet clinched Bayless’ spot as the biggest jerk in sports, he tweeted that he was sorry if his tweet was misunderstood.
He never said he was sorry for being so insensitive or crude. He offered the “if you were offended” apology, which is not an apology at all.
It also made his tweet appear even worse since he is, after all, someone who makes his living with the written and spoken word. So, in addition to confirming his jerk status, he showed us that he is not that smart with words, either.
Others went to social media saying the game must be finished because of its fantasy football implications.
None of those idiots, however, can compare to the National Football League when it comes to dehumanizing its players.
After the ambulance left the field, players were supposedly told they have 5 minutes to warm up to resume the game.
The league denied this the next day, but it was clearly conveyed to the players. Why else would Joe Burrow start warming up by throwing the football?
Why else would announcer Joe Buck repeatedly tell his audience that the players were getting 5 minutes before the game started again?
As much as he has annoyed me over the last 25 years, Buck is a trusted voice. He would not make something like that up.
Can you imagine if you are at your office, and your co-worker drops on the floor with cardiac arrest. The co-worker is taken to the hospital after CPR was administered, and you are left wondering if he or she is going to make it as the ambulance drives away.
Then, your boss comes in and says, “OK, everybody take 5 minutes to regroup and then get back to work.”
Pretty much every boss in pretty much every company has way too much compassion to even think about this. The NFL, though, said “back to work.”
It was clear that the coaches put a halt to such silliness.
While the league tried to deny its insensitivity, we can easily see right through that. We have seen the league and teams dehumanize players so many times over the years that we know better.
We saw that when Miami Dolphins quarterback Tua Tagovailoa wobbled like a punch-drunk boxer after taking a hit in a game earlier this year. The Dolphins “doctor” cleared the quarterback to go play, and the team told us that it was a back injury.
Unless the hit somehow turned the quarterback’s spine into Jell-O, it was clear to everyone in the free world that Tagovailoa suffered a concussion.
The Dolphins had him start a game four days later, and he could have easily been killed when he suffered another concussion when he was violently thrown to the turf by a Cincinnati Bengals defensive lineman.
That the NFL makes players play games on Sunday and then again on Thursday shows that they give very little about the health of its players in the first place.
You see the NFL dehumanize players all the time. You see it when a roster-bubble player is cut, with an injury settlement, the second he goes down in camp.
You see it when a coach yells “next man up,” when a player is hurt.
It happens in other sports, too.
I once asked Butte native Rob Johnson how he played most of a season for the Seattle Mariners with torn labrums in both hips. I also asked him why. The pain must have been excruciating each time he crouched down to catch.
The reason he played, Rob said, was that he knew they would send him to the minors or maybe even cut him if he said he was hurt. Since he was not an established star, Johnson knew he was disposable.
That’s a word you hear a lot in sports, too. They refer to human beings as “expendable” and “disposable.”
Those are words we should save for cheap razors, not people.
Thankfully, Damar Hamlin is doing better. He is not out of the woods yet, but he has shown signs of improvement.
If there is a silver lining to the Hamlin scare is that it also showed off the very best in people.
We saw that with the first responders who literally brought Hamlin back to life on the football field.
We saw that with the announcers and ESPN studio analysts. A script does not exist on how to handle such a situation, and, for the most part, they handled it elegantly.
We also saw the good from the fans donating millions of dollars to Hamlin’ s toy drive. His original goal for the drive was to raise $2,500. As of this weekend, it was over $8 million.
You see it when you go out in the community and hear people talking about Hamlin. So many people are concerned for the young man whose name they probably never heard before.
A divided country is united in its concern for a stranger.
When the 24-year-old player fell to the field, most people saw him as something more than a football player. They saw him as someone who could have been their son, their brother or their friend.
They saw him as human.
When it comes to cheering on professional — or even college — teams, most of us do not know a single player on the roster. Jerry Seinfeld once joked about that.
“You’re actually rooting for the clothes, when you get right down to it,” he said. “You are standing and yelling for your clothes to beat the clothes from another city.”
There is so much truth to that.
Hopefully, this terrifying situation with Damar Hamlin will help us all start to see the human beings inside of those clothes.
— Bill Foley, who is borderline human, can be reached at foles74@gmail.com. Follow him at twitter.com/Foles74. Listen to the ButteCast on Apple Podcasts or Spotify.
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Podcast No. 40: Bernie Boyle

If you need your faith in humanity restored, all you need to do is sit down and have a conversation with Bernie Boyle.
Bernie served as a firefighter for Butte-Silver Bow for 30 years, helping save buildings and save lives. Of course, the No. 1 building Bernie is associated with is the Knights of Columbus Hall.
Under Bernie’s leadership, the KC is always there to lend a helping hand to those who need it, whether it is giving money to the needy or providing free lunch each Tuesday and Thursday.
Boyle started the legendary KC basketball league, and 30 years ago he started the KC Little Kids Hoops program. For three decades, the best players at Butte High and Butte Central got their first taste of competitive basketball at the KC’s Felix Madrazo Gym.
Bernie was also instrumental in the building of the Maroon Activities Center.
Click here to listen in as Bernie discusses his love affair with the KC. Listen as he talks about shooting baskets under the lights in his alley as a young boy and how being run over by the great Buddy Walsh put an end to his football career. Listen as he describes how his faith helped him move on after the untimely death of his son Casey in 2015.
Listen to this podcast to see why Bernie is known as St. Bernard.
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Podcast No. 39: Shawn Wetzel

Shawn Wetzel moved to Butte about a year and a half ago.
At 5 feet, 20 inches, as he says, he really stands out in a crowd. It is not the height of “Uncle Wetzel” that gets everyone’s attention, however. It is his chill attitude, his story telling and his funny lines.
Click here to listen in as Wetzel talks about his famous grandfather, Walter “Blackie” Wetzel, and the national media hitting up everybody with the last name Wetzel to comment about the NFL football team in Washington, D.C. dropping the name Redskins.
He talks about being a sixth-generation Montanan. He talks about growing up in Browning and having another nine million addresses before finally settling in on the Mining City. He talks about serving as a Butte High assistant boys’ basketball coach under Matt Luedtke.
“Uncle Wetzel” truly is the unofficial mayor of Montana.
Wetzel discusses the photos below, which feature his grandfather, in this podcast.



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Every place should have a guy like Kevin Dennehy

My grandma Mary D’Arcy used to joke with me, my brothers and cousins, telling us that the greatness of a man is measured by his grandchildren.
“That,” my grandma would say, “means your grandfather is a no good (S.O.B.).”
While I would put my grandpa Jerry up against any man who ever walked the face of the Earth, it would not be entirely fair to judge him by his grandchildren.
Mixing in the potentially dangerous DNA cocktail of the Foley, Hansen, Gavigan, Kocher and Davis families is something that cannot be pinned on him.
I am not entirely sure that it is fair to blame my uncle Melvin on my grandpa, either. But the kind of children a guy turns out is a much better barometer to determine the greatness of a man.
Judging by that alone, it is safe to say that Kevin Dennehy, who sadly left us at the age of 59 on Christmas Day, was one of the greatest guys of all time. (Click here for a podcast version of this column, which includes a nod to Gus Janhunen.)
When it comes to covering athletes over the past 25 years in the Mining City, Kevin’s son and daughter, Jake and Keli, are two of my very favorite.
That has so much more to do with the kind of people they are off the field, too.
Without Jake, of course, Butte High would still be looking for its first Class AA State football title since 1991. He booted the 46-yard (and three quarters) field goal as time expired to give the Bulldogs a 38-36 win over Bozeman in the 2012 title game at Naranche Stadium.
My lasting memory of that night is not seeing the ball sail through the uprights or the ensuing celebration. It was seeing Jake, as the fog of approval from ghosts of Naranche’s past rolled in, give his mother an extended hug before climbing on the firetruck for the champions parade around town.
Jake was an unlikely hero of the game. He was relegated to kicker because he injured his shoulder on the first game of his senior season. He was sometimes a shaking field goal kicker, too.
Everyone in Butte — and the rest of the state — remembers Jake for that kick and the 8,000 or so fans storming the field after it went through. It might be the biggest sports moment in the history of our great sports town.
However, it was not even the best thing Jake did as a Bulldog.
When Jake was a sophomore, his good friend and classmate Zach Bunney was diagnosed with leukemia. Along with friend Brock Bond, Jake led the charge to raise money for Zach’s fight by selling wristbands.
That rally of support had to help as Zach won his battle and returned to the gridiron.
I first got to know Jake when he was a sophomore. Because of a gruesome broken arm he suffered in football that year, he could not play basketball. So, among other ways to stay a part of the team, Jake sat next to me on the scorer’s table and kept stats.
We had a lot of fun, laughing and joking around the entire season.
Two years later — and several inches taller and probably 40 pounds heavier — Jake rejoined the basketball team to help, mainly on defense, down the stretch of the season. He helped Butte High upset Bozeman in a playoff game in Bozeman to qualify for the Class AA State tournament.
Yes, Jake is a boogeyman in Bozeman.

That June, Jake and Zach shared the distinguished Harry “Swede” Dahlberg Outstanding Boy Athlete Award at Butte High.
Jake was also a valedictorian of the Class of 2013, and he went on to earn a doctorate in physical therapy.
Amazingly, he is probably the third best athlete in his family.
His mother, the former Liza Merrifield, was a trailblazer when it comes to women’s sports in Butte and Montana. You name the sport, and Liza was great at it.
She was a three-time national champion speedskater. She also earned All-State honors in track, golf and cross country. A member of the National Speed Skating Hall of Fame, Liza was inducted into the Butte Sports Hall of Fame in 1997.
Someday, she will surely be joined in that Hall by her daughter Keli, who is one of the best runners the Mining City has ever seen.
Keli earned All-State in cross country four times, and that is the hardest sport to earn such a distinction. An athlete has to be in the top 15 to earn that honor. Keli placed eighth as a freshman, 14th as a sophomore and third as a junior and again as a senior.
I will always believe that she would have won the title as a senior if she did not miss much of the season with a leg injury.
In track, she won the State title in the 3,200-meter race as a junior and senior.
Keli, who was a valedictorian of the Butte High Class of 2013, went on to run for the Montana Grizzlies.
The thing I remember most about Keli’s career, though, was how she was always smiling — even when I would interview her within seconds of winning a 3-mile race.
In basketball, Keli was mostly a reserve player who contributed off the bench. After games, she would often track down one of the stars of the game so I would have an interview for my story in the newspaper.
Usually if you see Keli or Jake, you will see the entire family. The four of them were almost always together. When it comes to great Mining City families, those Dennehys are second to none.
When Liza was running the computer to time a cross country or track meet, Kevin was there, offering a kind, helping hand with a genuine smile on his face.
Whether he was at the Montana Power, Touch America or St. James Healthcare, Kevin was a pillar in our community. And, he never seemed to be in a bad mood.
He was always there to enthusiastically work meets in track, cross country and speedskating. He worked road races and coached Little Guy Football, baseball, basketball and soccer, giving his time to the youth of the Mining City and well beyond.
He did it without fanfare or reward.
Every place needs a Kevin Dennehy. They just do not work without guys like him, and his loss will be felt in Butte for decades to come.
Now that he is gone, we just have to be grateful that he was here. We have to be particularly happy that he met Liza at Montana Tech in 1989 and that together the couple raised two amazing children.
If you truly judge the greatness of a many by his children, then Kevin Dennehy will go down as one of the very best.
His parents must have been pretty outstanding, too.
— Bill Foley can be reached at foles74@gmail.com.Follow him at twitter.com/Foles74. Listen to the ButteCast on Apple Podcasts or Spotify.











