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Podcast No. 267: Sam Henderson

If Sam Henderson was to walk away from track & field today, we would still be talking about him decades from now.
On Saturday, Henderson won the Class AA State title in the triple jump. His winning mark, which came on his final jump, was 47 feet, 1 ½ inches. That was his fourth best jump of the season. His three best — including his personal record of 48-7 ½ at the Western AA Divisional meet the week before — would have placed fifth at the Big Sky Conference Championships.
He set and reset the Butte High School record several times in the triple jump.
He also placed third in the high jump by clearing 6-4. That came a week after he cleared 6-10 to win the Divisional title. That jump was three quarters of an inch shy of the Butte High record set by the great Jasson McNallie in 1989.
If Sam, who transferred from Butte Central after his sophomore year, was to walk away now, he’d go down as one of the all-time great Bulldogs.
The thing is, Sam is not done with track & field. Not even close.
Sam, who will graduate from Butte High on Thursday, will take his talents to the University of Montana, where he will chase championships for the Grizzlies.
He signed with the Grizzlies before he began his senior season for the Bulldogs. Then, Sam set the world on fire.
In one six-day stretch, Sam competed in the Harry “Swede” Dahlberg Invitational, the Russ Pilcher Top 10 Meet in Missoula and the 129th Penn Relays in Philadelphia. He won the triple jump Dahlberg and Top 10 before triple jumping to fifth place while competing with the best in the world in Philly.
He is believed to be the only high school athlete from Butte to compete in the prestigious event.
Listen in to this podcast, which was recorded in the Coaches’ Corner at the Metals Sports Bar & Grill, as Sam talks about winning the triple jump on his last attempt, and how he really wasn’t sweating in that much. Listen to what it is like to clear 6-10 in the high jump and soar that far in the triple jump.
Listen to why Sam started triple jumping in the first place, and what it was like to rub elbows with the very best at the Penn Relays.
Listen in to hear his plans for Los Angeles in 2028.
Today’s podcast is presented by Casagranda’s Steakhouse. Eat where the locals eat.
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Dr. Farren and his smile will be missed

Dr. Daniel J. Farren passed away last week.
Not every guy will be as sad as I am about the passing of his longtime optometrist, but Dr. Farren was special. Dr. Farren was so much more than an eye doctor.
The good doctor came into my life in 1983, when I was 9. I remember the day we met like it was yesterday. It was also one of the most important days of my life.
I started wearing glasses before I turned 3 years old. That meant that I had to go to the eye doctor at least once every year, though it seemed like it was every month.
I did not like my first eye doctor, and it was pretty apparent that the feelings were mutual. Even my mom, who almost always sees the best in every person, told me recently that she thought the doctor was mean to me.
The worst part about going to that eye doctor was that he basically had one style of eyeglasses for me to pick out. The “throw-the-ball-at-my-head” model. They are the kind of glasses my friend Pat Ryan would call “birth control glasses.”
As if the lazy eye didn’t put me behind the 8 ball enough.
My lasting memory of going to my first eye doctor was a couple of members of his staff holding me down to a table so he could get an eye drop in my second eye. He must have figured that if glasses were not going to fix my amblyopia, then he would scare that eye straight.
The first drop stung, so I was not about to let him land a drop in my other eye. I won that fight, too, because I learned at a young age that no doctor can beat an effective kicking-and-screaming tantrum.
When he decided he would charge my family extra to make monthly payments — right after the mines closed in Butte and my dad lost his job — my mom finally decided we needed a new eye doctor.
That is when I met Dr. Farren. I immediately liked him because, well, he was just such a likeable guy. He always had a joke, and he was always smiling.
Literally every single time I saw Dr. Farren, he was smiling.
He was also much, much better at his job than my old eye doctor. Dr. Farren actually offered an explanation as to why my left eye always liked to stare at my right eye, and it was not because of a lack of stinging eye drops.
Both of my eyes worked, but not at the same time.
I remember staring at the giant E on the chart across the dark room. Dr Farren held his big spoon to cover my right eye. Then he switched it to my left, and then back again. I thought I was outsmarting the good doctor by switching my eyes as he moved his spoon.
That first appointment seemed like it took forever as Dr. Farren figured out what was up with my eyes and explained it to my mom. He said he could fix it.
With that, we started some pretty intensive therapy. I went to Dr. Farren’s office a couple of times each week to work on training my eyes to work together. I remember sitting in a dark room for hours, staring at a screen while trying to make the off-kilter L and the R lineup.
To almost every other person on the planet, the L and R just automatically lined up. Not for me.
Dr. Farren also got me a pair of glasses that were a little more fashionable. Not much, but a little.
As I went through the months of therapy, Dr. Farren and I hoped that it would work well enough that I would be able to hit a baseball. Well, at least I hoped it would. I am sure Dr. Farren probably knew that was a lost cause, but he never told me that.
It did help me hit a little better, though. Instead of striking out every time, I started to foul off the ball. Occasionally, I would even get a hit.
One time years later, though, I helped Dr. Farren’s grandson hit an inside-the-park grand slam. That should count for something.
I wrote about that in a column for ButteSports.com in May of 2015.
Taylor Farren was on the Centerville Fire Department team in the Northwest Little League’s Triple-A league in 1999. I was an assistant coach on that team, and I worked hard to get Taylor to swing the bat during games.
One game, late in the season, Taylor was our 10th batter of the inning. Under league rules, the inning ended after 10 batters if the defense did not record three outs.
So, with the bases loaded, Taylor came up and watched the first three pitches come nowhere close to the plate. I called time out.
“Listen,” I told him, “if you walk here, you are just walking back to the dugout because you’re the last batter. So, I want you to swing at the next three pitches no matter where they are.”
The next pitch was high and outside, but Taylor smashed it over the center fielder’s head and to the fence. Taylor sprinted around the bases as his mother honked her horn and then jumped out of her minivan to race to the fence to scream and cheer for her boy.
Had I ever hit the ball like that, Dr. Farren would have been the one screaming and shaking the fence. He worked so hard to get my eyes straight. They never made it all the way, and I still cannot not get that L and R lined up.
But Dr. Farren never gave up on me. He also made it so my left eye has not crossed uncontrollably. In fact, today you would hardly be able to tell that I ever had such a problem.
As I got older, those appointments with Dr. Farren got even more fun. They were long appointments, too, because we would talk so much. His stories were still funny, and his jokes were even better.
My three kids thought he was a riot, too. They will never forget how he told each one of them about the phone call he made to Mickey Mouse the day before the appointment, asking “Mick” to send a special video to show the kids as he examined their eyes.
Then, Dr. Farren would put on a video of a Mickey Mouse cartoon that had to be at least 70 years old on his 1980s model TV/VCR combo.
When it was my turn for an appointment, it was always apparent how badly Dr. Farren wanted me to see 100 percent straight. He would almost try to will me to see the shape that was supposed to jump off the screen in the depth perception test.
Since my eyes still aren’t totally lined up, I never did see it.
One time, I figured I would have my wife tell me what the shape was so I could get a rise out of Dr. Farren. I just wanted to see the look on his face.
The Doc, though, got to Kim first. He made her promise not to tell me, and she held true to that promise.
I never did make the big leagues in baseball. I never even made the Babe Ruth league. Of course, that was not just about my eyesight. I also lacked just about every other quality an athlete needs to be a good baseball player.
But it was not because Dr. Farren did not try. He even offered to help me when I tried to take up playing handball in my late 20s.
This time, though, Dr. Farren did not bring me back for therapy to try to line up the L and R. Instead, he suggested writing me a note to explain to my opponents why I could not hit a handball. It would have been like a doctor’s excuse for losing.
Then, like he always did, Dr. Farren smiled.
— Bill Foley, who wishes he would have taken Dr. Farren up on that offer to write a handball excuse note, 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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Podcast No. 266: Dom Tibbetts

During his two years covering sports for KXLF-TV in Butte and KBZK-TV in Bozeman, we could tell that Dom Tibbetts was going to be off to bigger and better things.
I used to joke with him that he was headed to SportsCenter because of his world-class hairdo. He does have nice hair, too. He made all of us jealous.
The truth is, though, we knew Dom was going places because was doing a really good job. If there ever was a guy built for prime time, it was Dom.
That is why he was picked to be a contestant on The Price is Right. It is why he made it on stage.
Dom left the Mining City for a job in WTXL-TV in Tallahassee, Florida, in 2020.
Two years later, Dom started working at WKBW-TV in Buffalo. Now, the Upstate New York native gets to cover the Buffalo Bills, the team he grew up rooting for.
He covers everything else sports in Buffalo, too.
Dom, though, never forgot his first job. He never forgot his Butte barber, Dave Isakson of the Leisure Way.
He will never forget covering a national championship run by the Montana Western women’s basketball team. He will never forget the 2019 Butte High football team and the great cast of characters of the team that made a run to the championship game. That includes the great Tommy Mellott, now of the Las Vegas Raiders.
Listen in to this podcast as Dom talks about heading to Butte straight out of Ithaca College. Listen as he talks about some of the great sports teams and moments he covered.
Listen to hear how he covered some stories that weren’t quite as fun, like Max Demarais’ battle with a tumor that cost him one of his eyes.
Listen to hear Dom tell the story of his appearance on The Price is Right and how he thinks Drew Carey is a good guy.
Listen in to hear how he remains professional while covering the team he has loved for so long.
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A half million reasons to be proud

Tomorrow night, Mariah’s Challenge will reach a milestone when it hands out its 500th scholarship.
That will bring the total money handed out in 17 years to $500,000.
That total might surprise some of the many doubters and naysayers who spoke up so forcefully when Mariah’s Challenge was launched in 2008, but it was not surprising at all to me. I stood in the back of St. Ann’s Church and saw the look on Leo McCarthy’s face when he made the promise that turned out to be Mariah’s Challenge.
I did not doubt it for a second.
Mariah’s Challenge rose from the ashes of an unspeakable tragedy that occurred early in the morning of Oct. 28, 2007. That is when an underage drunk driver ran over three 14-year-old girls as they walked on a path next to Blacktail Lane in Butte.
Mariah McCarthy was flown to a hospital in Missoula, where she was pronounced dead. Her friends, Valerie Kilmer and Kaitlyn Okrusch, were badly injured, but survived.
On Nov. 1, a stunned community packed St. Ann’s for Mariah’s funeral. During the eulogy Leo delivered for his daughter, he turned to the friends of Mariah and her sister Jenna and made a promise.
He said if they do not drink while underage and never got into a vehicle with someone who had been drinking, he would make sure they had some scholarship money.
“Mariah’s Challenge is be the first generations of Butte kids to not drink,” he told them.
He thought he was talking to just a small group of friends. Little did he know, the whole community was listening, and Mariah’s Challenge turned out to be something bigger than anyone could have imagined.
Now, 17 and a half years after the tragedy, Mariah’s Challenge is still going strong.
In 2007, the tragedy that took Mariah shook Butte and the entire State of Montana. Never have I seen where a community turned to the father the victim of a tragedy for comfort and healing.
It was a horribly unfair position to be put into, but Leo delivered in a big, big way.
With help of many, Leo moved forward. He said he struggled to breathe some days, but he somehow kept getting up and making each day count. He set out to change a dangerous culture and mindset that accepted underage drinking and drinking and driving as something we all just do sometimes.

On Feb. 8, 2008, Butte High and Anaconda met for a basketball girls-boys doubleheader at the Butte Civic Center. The gym was packed for the nightcap that pitted the Bulldogs girls, the No. 1-ranked team in the Class AA, against the Copperheads, the top-ranked team in the Class A.
Before the girls tipped off, Leo addressed the crowd to officially launch Mariah’s Challenge. Hundreds of boys and girls wore Mariah’s Challenge T-shirts with the words “Butte Against Drunk Driving” on the front and “I Accept Mariah’s Challenge” on the back.
In April of 2009, the first 31 recipients of the Mariah Daye McCarthy Scholarship were honored. Leo was blown away with the number of students who applied for the scholarship.
More importantly, he was so moved by the essays the applicants wrote, baring their souls to show the impact Mariah’s Challenge made in their young lives. So, instead of handing out a handful of scholarships, he decided to give $1,000 to all the applicants.
There was no way, he said, to distinguish between them.
This year, 17 recipients bring the number of “Mariah’s Messengers,” as Leo calls them, to 500.
The 2025 scholarship winners are Tirzah Bergren, James Bradshaw, Kyle Kinsey, Audrey Kish, Chelsi Lyons, Justus McGee, Kolbe Michaud, Michael Peck, Ryan Popovich, Sam Sampson, Kieran Scarff, Macy Seaholm, Murphy Sullivan, Peyton Trabert, Brea Wagner, Jordyn Yelenich and Carter Barsness.
Michaud will graduate from Jefferson High School in Boulder. The rest are from Butte.
Like with the first 31 honorees, this year’s scholarship winners melted hearts with testimonials as to why they accepted Mariah’s Challenge and how they, despite some stacked odds, lived up to that promise.
Each one is touching in its own way.
That illustrates why the number 500 is more important than the $500,000. When you put names and faces to those numbers, 500 somehow seems like the bigger number, and it is a number worth celebrating.
The celebration is about the 500 lives that have been shaped, at least in small part, by Mariah’s message. That message has reached far beyond the borders of Silver Bow County and the Treasure State, too.
The message was so strong that it led to Leo being named one of the “All-Stars Among Us” by People Magazine. It is why was voted to represent the Seattle Mariners at the Major League Baseball All-Star game in St. Louis in 2009, when the stars from the American League and National League marveled over Leo and his fellow heroes.
Three and a half years later, Leo was on national television as a CNN Hero.
“I think Mariah’s Challenge is something that makes people think a little bit more to say, ‘We can be better,’” Leo said on CNN in December of 2012. “Mariah is forever 14. I can’t get her back, but I can help other parents keep their kids safe. If we save one child, we save a generation.”
He has saved so much more than that. By 2014, Mariah’s Challenge had been adopted in more than 40 high schools around the country. In addition to the scholarship winners or the many other students who accepted the challenge, adults were paying attention, too.
“It was time to look in the reflection and say, ‘We can be better,’” Leo said on CNN.
We have done better. The culture has changed. It has not changed enough, but we have made significant strides when it comes to drinking and driving.
When it comes to drunk driving deaths, you can only count the losses. We cannot possibly count which lives that were saved. We cannot accurately measure the victories.
But do not be mistaken. Those victories are there.
There will be the 17 of them on display Wednesday when the Mariah Daye McCarthy Scholarship is awarded during a ceremony that starts at 6 p.m. at the Montana Tech Library Auditorium.
The number 17, though, is only the beginning. Even more people have been watching as these incredible young men and women set an example. The little brothers and sisters. The younger cousins. The neighborhood kids.
They will all learn from watching the 2025 Mariah’s Messengers.
Like with Leo and Mariah’s Challenge, these 17 have made a difference. They have changed lives. They have saved lives.
When we lose someone young, like we did with Mariah in 2007, we lose everything that person could become. We lost her children and her grandchildren. We lost their children and grandchildren.
But that works the other way, too. When we save lives — even the ones we do not know we saved — we get so much more back.
That is what Mariah’s Challenge has done. Even if the challenge went away tomorrow, it has already impacted generations to come.
This movement, however, has not been easy. Leo, his wife Janice and their daughter Jenna relive the tragedy over and over every year that they hand out scholarships in a quest to reach as many people as possible.
None of the scholarship winners are old enough to remember. They were babies when Mariah was taken from us. But it will hit home with them.
For those of us old enough to remember, we will be taken back to that tragic day and the sad days, weeks and months that followed.
I have no idea how they are strong enough to do it, but we should all be thankful that they do. This is something they feel must be done, and our community — and beyond — is better because of it.
Back when he was on CNN, Leo said he will continue with Mariah’s Challenge until we no longer need it. Unfortunately, that day had not arrived, so the mission moves forward.
Leo will continue to lead the painful fight because the future generations need him to. Mariah’s Messengers need him to.
“They’re worth it,” Leo said of those Messengers last week as he looked toward the 17th scholarship ceremony. “They’re worth every tear and every smile.”
— Bill Foley 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.





















