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Podcast No. 225: Leonis Legion

Leiois Legion is the first ButteCast guest with a pen name.
His book, PYRE, is the beginning of The Polypathos Confluence series, so you might be hearing from this young man for years to come.
The idea for the series came from a dream he had. Three years later, he published the first book. He was the writer, editor and designer of the cover.
He sees the book as a continuation of his work to help people. That started in virtual reality settings in which he helped about 250 people with counseling-like sessions.
Leonis’ real name is James Fredrick. Though his resemblance to several famous people — including Keanu Reeves and Jesus Christ, among others — led to several other monikers.
The 32-year-old Butte man said he moved 31 times before he was 16 years old. So, he knows more than just about anyone in the world what it is like to be the new kid in school. He also knows a thing or two about being bullied.
Leonis graduated from high school in near Moses Lake, Washington. He currently works at a Town Pump store in Butte, and he is trying to deal with the increasing high cost of living.
He is hoping his book can help him out, but he is still more than $1,000 in the hole in self-publishing his book, so far.
If fantasy is your cup of tea, give this book a try. Then give it a review and tell your friends about it. Share it on Facebook.
If you would like to buy a copy of the book, message Leonis Legion on Facebook to arrange that. You can also purchase the book online or at a local book store. This young man just might hit it big someday, and it would be cool to say you knew him before he was famous.
Listen in to this podcast to hear Leonis talk about the meaning of his pen name. Listen as he talks about the dream that inspired this book series. Listen to how and why he feels he needs to help other people. The podcast is marked explicit because of a few casual swearwords.
Today’s podcast is presented by Leskovar Honda, home of the 20-year, 200,000-mile warrantee.
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TD Tommy is a modern-day Bobby O

Here’s a question I get all the time: Who is the greatest quarterback in Butte High history?
I can’t speak for the ones I never watched, but my answer is always my Bute High Class of 1993 classmate Josh Paffhausen. That is because I am speaking from my heart and my very vivid memories of living through the 1991 season.
As a junior that year, Paffer led the Bulldogs to the Class AA State title. (Though some of the outstanding players on an incredible defense might argue with that sentence.)
He led the Class AA in all-purpose yards two years before taking his talents to the University of Montana.
With the Griz, Paffer was a backup to Dave Dickenson on the 1995 NCAA I-AA national championship team. He played receiver for the Grizzlies the next two seasons — though I will always contend he should have played quarterback. (Again, that’s my heart talking.)
If it wasn’t for a knee injury that forced him to play most of his senior season without an ACL, I believe Paffer would have been an NFL prospect as a receiver.
I played against Paffer in junior high school, and he was out of this world. In my eyes, he always will be.
For years, my head was telling me that the greatest Butte High quarterback in my lifetime might be Dallas Cook. Him putting the Bulldogs on his back to overcome a 16-point fourth quarter deficit in the semifinals in 2012 was the stuff of legends.
Cook’s Bulldogs won the State title for the first time since Paffhausen’s Bulldogs in 1991.
I was born in 1974, so I wasn’t old enough to remember Barry Sullivan helping lead the Bulldogs to the 1977 State title, and I only have a faint memory of Don Douglas leading the way to the 1981 State title.
Of course, a lot of guys over the age of 70 will argue against Paffer, Cook, Sullivan and Douglas. They will tell you, without a doubt, that Bob O’Billovich was the greatest Bulldog quarterback.
O’Billovich is arguably the greatest Bulldog athlete of all time. He is, after all, in the Montana Grizzly Hall of Fame for basketball and football.
Old timers still like to talk about what it was like to watch the great Bobby O play any sport. For years, I could only imagine what it is like to watch someone who was good enough to be all-conference in three sports in college.
We could only wonder how it must have been to watch such greatness from a player from our hometown. We’ve had so many great athletes to watch — including recent professions Rob Johnson and Colt Anderson.
Bobby O, though, was in a class all by himself. He transcended the game to the point that people still talk about watching him play. They might not remember who won the game, but they remember watching Bobby O.
They tell their children and grandchildren about watching Bobby O play it like some old men used to talk about the time they saw Babe Ruth.
He went on to be drafted in the NFL, played in the CFL and coached a Grey Cup champion in Canada, where he served as a player, coach and administrator for nearly half a century.
Along the way, he was always a champion of his home town and alma matter.
O’Billovich was part of the Butte Sports Hall of Fame’s inaugural class in 1987, and we have probably never seen another reach the legendary status of the great Bobby O.
Until now, that is.
I think it is safe to say that we finally know what it is like to watch a Butte Rat who transcends the game. His name is Tommy Mellott, and he just might be giving Bobby O a run for the title of “Greatest Bulldog.”
The 2020 Butte High graduate lettered 12 times at Butte High while competing in football, basketball and track.
Tommy, of course, was best known for playing football at Butte High. He led the Bulldogs to the Class AA State title game in 2019.
In Butte, we have known about Tommy’s greatness for quite some time. We also knew about his character. We knew the second we heard his MSU nickname, “Touchdown Tommy,” that he would not like it because Tommy was always a team-first guy.
He took the Bobcats to the FCS national championship game as a freshman, and he has them as serious title contenders this year.
Right now, Tommy’s Bobcats are ranked No. 2 in the FCS, and they have rolled to a 9-0 record. Only one of those games have been close.
Without question, Tommy is the leader of that team — on and off the field.
Tommy has to be one of the favorites to win the Walter Payton Award, which is the Heisman Trophy for FCS players. Through nine games this season, Tommy has passed for a career-high 19 touchdowns compared to just one interception. He has eight more TDs on the ground.
In his four seasons leading the Bobcats, Tommy has a hand in 80 touchdowns — 43 passing, 36 rushing and one receiving.
That comes after he had a hand in 102 touchdowns at Butte High — 71 passing and 31 rushing.
Whether he likes it or not, the nickname “Touchdown Tommy” fits him perfectly.
Any NFL general manager or scout who saw him bust that 76-yard touchdown in Saturday’s win at Eastern Washington would be crazy to not put him on their draft board. Maybe he won’t play quarterback at the NFL level, but he has the athletic ability to play some position.
I would also never bet against Tommy playing quarterback at any level. Never bet against Superman.
I also would not be surprised if Tommy decides to pursue a career outside of football instead. He is one of the smartest student-athletes I covered in 25 years as a sportswriter.
Bulldog fans will always remember Tommy for his heroics on the Naranche Stadium turf. Many will also remember how he was also always a great role model off the field, court and track. They will remember the stories of how he went to the kindergarten birthday party for a young superfan he befriended during his Bulldog days.
They will remember how he was a mentor for Big Brothers Big Sisters of Butte and how he wrote an inspirational letter to the 2020 sixth grade graduates of his old elementary school, Margaret Leary Elementary, after COVID halted their graduation ceremony.
I remember Tommy’s Bulldog days more for his work off the field. I used to meet with coach Arie Grey for pregame stories on Wednesday afternoons.
When I would walk into the coach’s office, I would find Tommy breaking down film. He was usually teaching his coaches more than they were teaching him.
When Tommy committed to Montana State, I emailed Bill Lamberty, the school’s longtime sports information director, to tell him the Bobcats just landed someone who is truly special.
Less than two years later, Bill emailed me back to tell me how right I was. “You should hear the way his teammates talk about him,” Bill marveled.
At the time, Tommy was a freshman.
Now that he is a senior, the legend of Touchdown Tommy just continues to grow and grow. Even Montana Grizzly fans like him.
No matter what happens with Tommy’s career after his college days, fans will someday tell their children and grandchildren about the times they got to see Tommy Mellott play.
They will tell them about his greatness. They will tell them about his character. They will tell them about the time they met him and Tommy treated them like they were old friends.
They will tell how Tommy was always a champion of his hometown and alma matter.
Yes, I think it’s fair to say that Tommy Mellot is a modern-day Bob O’Billovich.
Maybe someday my head will convince my heart that he was even better than my buddy Paffer.
— Bill Foley, the founder and president of the Josh Paffhausen Fan Club, 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. 224: Michael Peck

Butte Central senior Michael Peck is one of the most well-rounded young men you will ever meet.
A mountain of a young man, he stands at 6 foot 1, 280 pounds. You can tell that he loves the weight room.
While he didn’t play football as a freshman, he started three years in the trenches for the Butte Central football team. He became a force for a BC team that once again overachieved this past season — until key injuries became too much for the Maroons to overcome.
Michale has long been a part of the Orphan Girl Children’s Theatre, he is a member of the Key Club, he plays in a band, and he is the student body president.
In July, Michael went to Washington, D.C. to represent Montana at the American Legion Boys Nation.
In Washington, Michael got to visit the White House and sit in the front row as Vice President Kamala Harris delivered a speech. Michael calls Boys nation a life-changing experience.
It also might have inspired a future politician. That seems fitting, too, because Michael has long been a boy who cares about other people.
Diagnosed with dyslexia at a young age, Michael turned a personal challenge into a platform for change, advocating for dyslexia screening programs to aid other young students across Montana.
Listen in this podcast to hear how Michael got into playing football and why he fell in love with the sport. Listen in to hear his take on some of his coaches and teammates.
Listen in to hear about Michael’s run for governor at Boys State, and hear about his Boys Nation experience.
Today’s podcast is presented by Casagranda’s Steakhouse. Eat where the locals eat.
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These sports losses cause real pain

Aaron “Bleepin’” Boone hadn’t even completed his trip around the bases, and the phone rang.
I was designing sports pages at The Montana Standard on the night of Oct. 16, 2003, and I was still trying to decide if the home run Boone hit was live or one of those annoying replay flashbacks that they kept showing.
Unfortunately, it was live. Boone hit the first Tim Wakefield pitch of the bottom of the 11th inning of Game 7 of the American League Championship Series for a game-winning home run.
In shock, I answered the phone like I always did, only without any enthusiasm.
“Standard sports, this is Bill.”
On the other end of the phone was Dee Scalabrin, a Yankees fan who worked in the advertising department. She was enjoying the game from home.
“Hey Foley,” Dee yelled. “How’d you like that game?”
I just hung up the phone and got back to work as the pain of the crushing loss began to sit in. I was the only one working on the sports desk that night, so, in a cruel twist, I had to write the headline for the Yankees win.
Somehow, I didn’t put any curse words in the headline.
Dee is not the only person to call or text to taunt me after a tough loss by one of my favorite teams. Her call is just the most memorable because of how quickly it came in and because of the enormity of the loss.
Dream-crushing, season-ending losses like that really sting. Losses like the one the Chicago Bears suffered on Sunday sting, too.
It really makes no sense, but for diehard fans, those losses feel like more than a game. It’s almost as if you lost a loved one. Maybe not an immediate family member. More like an uncle you really liked.
That is why some of my Yankees fan friends sent me a tray of pasties after the Bronx Bombers swept the Red Sox in a rare five-game series in 2006. In Butte, that is something we normally do after the death of a family member.
I knew that a Red Sox win on that October 2003 night would have been crushing to Dee — and the many other Yankees fans in my life. And I would have been taunting them had the Red Sox won. Probably not as quickly as Dee, but I would have been hard to be around for the next week.
Or months.
That’s what friends are for. To make you feel even worse at the low points of your life and to rub your nose in their good sports-fan fortune.
We all know those friends who we can’t stand to see happy about their sports teams, so we spend as much or more time cheering against other teams than we do cheering for our own teams.
That’s what is so difficult about this year’s World Series that it involves two of the three most annoying fan bases in baseball. (For the record, I acknowledge that Red Sox fans, like me, also make up a third of that annoying trinity of baseball fan bases.)
As it stands, I am staring at the prospect of dealing with the happiness of my Yankees fan friend Davey Dunmire or the smugness of my Dodgers fan cousin Mike “Skinny” Foley. That is like choosing between a root canal or a colonoscopy.
If only they could both lose.
On Sunday, the Bears lost on a Hail Mary in Washington, and it felt like somebody just reached into my chest and ripped out my heart. The Commanders prayer was answered seconds after the Bears took their only lead of the game. In a split second, I went from being the happiest guy in the world to the saddest.
Immediately, my “friends” Scott Ferguson and Blake Hempstead sent texts to rub in the loss. Nothing like a little salt to pour into a wound.
My dog died last year, too. You want to tease me about that?
Some of my Bears fans friends — like Tommy O’Neill, C.D. Holter and T.J. Lazzari — posted a meme on Facebook that many felt was a joke, but it really was not. The meme showed a picture of a Bears flag, and it had the words “Please respect our privacy during this difficult time.”
Sure, this difficult time during the regular season shouldn’t be more than a few days. By Thursday or Friday, it should be OK to taunt us about the loss. Well, maybe Saturday.
But you should have the decency to respect our pain for a few days.
When the Bears lost to the Colts in the Super Bowl in February of 2007, I went into a weeks-long depression. I did not watch the NFL Network, a then relatively new network that I watched every single day leading up to the Super Bowl, until late March.
I did not watch a single second of the 2003 World Series, but I did enjoy pointing out to my Yankees fans friends and family that it was won by the Marlins.
I used to always marvel at the Montana Tech football team’s ability to get over a tough loss under head coach Bob Green.
Green’s Orediggers won way more than they lost. But on the rare occasion when they lost a heartbreaking game on Saturday, I was always blown away by how positive the team was on Monday.
That carried over to head coach Chuck Morrell and then to head coach Kyle Samson.
I drove by Naranche Stadium in the dark hours of Monday morning, and I saw the Butte High Bulldogs enthusiastically practicing less than 60 hours after their crushing loss at Helena Capital.
When the Bears lose on Sunday, it takes me at least until Wednesday to read any stories or listen to any sports radio shows about the team.
The morning after the Commanders Hail Mary, I couldn’t listen to my favorite show Kap & J. Hood. Instead, I listened to something not nearly as disturbing and depressing. I listened to a podcast about the Menendez brothers.
Jerry Seinfeld said it best years ago. We cheer for laundry. We don’t personally know the players on the team. They don’t know us. If I were to suddenly drop dead, not one player on the Chicago Bears would even know.
Yet, our days — and even weeks — are made or broken based on the performance of men we never met wearing the uniforms that we like best. When our team doesn’t win, we feel better knowing that neither did our friend’s team.
That goes double for our friends who cheer for the Cowboys.
That is why we call and text each other. That is why we beat each other up on Facebook.
That is why Bears fans have turned to memes asking for our privacy during this difficult time. We really want to be left alone for a while because that one really hurts.
Sadly, the pain we feel over sports losses is real.
That very real pain from the 2003 Boone home run even made me feel for Dee when the Red Sox curb stomped the Yankees in Game 7 of the 2004 ALCS. So, I didn’t go to the phone and return the favor a year later.
Because of the pain I am going through this week, I will not even call her to tease her when the high-priced Dodgers finish off the high-priced Yankees in the World Series.
I won’t even taunt Davey after the loss.
Since he is also a Bears fan, it might be more fitting to send him a tray of pasties.
— Bill Foley, who is going to need some time to get over that Hail Mary loss, 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.
















