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Señor Pomroy saw the best in us, even when we showed him the worst

This is a shameful, yet uplifting story that I thought I would secretly take with me to my grave.
The story from the fall of 1990 haunts me to this day, yet it completely explains why I think the world of Tom Pomroy Sr., who passed away last week at the age of 91.
We called him Señor Pomroy, and I was a sophomore at Butte Central when I tried to cheat in his Spanish class. I knew it was wrong, but I also knew I had no chance of passing that test on my own that day. Spanish took a ton of work, and I did not put in the work.
Plus, Spanish is just something that I struggled to learn. I had to take Spanish at the University of Montana, and it took me three semesters to pass the required two semesters for my journalism degree. Both passing grades were GPA-killing five-credit C’s.
I had Spanish the first period of the day at BC, and I wrote out some cheat notes on a piece of paper that morning. We had to take out another sheet of paper and write down the answers to the questions Señor Pomroy asked us as he walked around the room.
The cheat sheet was right below the test paper, and if I pushed down on the paper, I could kind of read the notes to help me get the answers.
Señor Pomroy apparently saw what I was doing, and he stopped the test a couple of questions in to tell us a story. He told of a time he saw a student cheating on a test. He told the class how the student set cheat notes in the book rack of his desk, and it was just visible enough for him to cheat.
After he finished the story about why we should never cheat, Señor Pomroy turned around and took a long, slow walk back to his desk so I could get rid of the cheat sheet. There was no question that he did that for me, and my heart pounded as I grabbed the sheet and crammed it into my backpack.
Getting caught cheating would have been a huge deal. It might not have been like a “Scent of a Woman” big deal, but it would have meant an automatic F in the class, among other punishment at school. More than anything, it would have exposed me as a cheater.
Other than on that one incident, I was not a cheater.
But Señor Pomroy just slowly walked back to the front of the class and resumed the test as if nothing had happened. My grades and reputation were saved.
A couple of weeks later, he caught another student in the class cheating. This boy had some notes on his lap as he tried to cheat on the test.
Señor Pomroy saw him, and he again stopped the test to tell a story of another time he caught a student cheating. This time, when he told the class how this student cheated, he was telling exactly how I tried to do it.
Ater the story, Señor Pomroy turned around and took a long, slow walk back to his desk so the student could get rid of the notes.
Señor Pomroy never said word to me or the other student about the cheating attempts. He must have figured that we learned our lesson, and he was right in my case. I put in the work the rest of the semester, and I got an honest C.
He never treated me differently. When I would see him playing handball at the Elks, Señor Pomroy would always seem to be genuinely happy to see me. He remembered me as a student he liked, not one who tried to cheat in his class.
Early in 2019, I called Señor Pomroy on the phone. It was the first time I had talked to him in a couple of decades, and I was trying to officially tell him that he was elected to the Butte Sports Hall of Fame. I tried to tell him, and I tried to tell him, but I had a hard time getting a word in.
“Bill Foley,” he said. “I know you, Bill Foley.”
I called him Señor Pomroy, and he told me how he remembered me as one of his students. He told me that he always read my stories in the newspaper. He even threw out a few Spanish questions to see if I remembered, and, surprisingly, I did.
I told him the weather was “hace frio,” and that I was “muy bueno.” That means it was cold outside and I was doing very good, for all you monolingual dummies out there.
Eventually, I was able to get around to tell Señor Pomroy why I called. He was going to be inducted into the Butte Sports Hall of Fame in June. I told him the names of the people he was going to be inducted with, and he was so happy to hear he was going in with his cousin, Kathy (Bender) Means.
During the Green Jacket Ceremony, Señor Pomroy received his Green Jacket from his sons, Tom and Steve, and his daughter, Teri. Later, Señor Pomroy went back on stage as the surprise Green Jacket presenter to Kathy.
I know he was happier for her than he was for himself. Señor Pomroy’s ear-to-ear smile as Kathy walked on the stage made the entire weekend.
Tom Pomroy Jr. was inducted into the Butte Sports Hall of Fame in 2007, and his father probably should have been inducted at least at the same time. His résumé spoke for itself.
Señor Pomroy was a heck of a running back for Coach Swede Dahlberg at Butte High. He led the Bulldogs in rushing yards during a 61-0 win over Butte Central in 1951. The next year, he played halfback for the Montana Grizzly Cubs, a freshman team that went undefeated.
He was a standout in track and baseball. He pitched for Butte’s runner-up American Legion team in 1951, and he was a star for the Miners Union team that won the Copper League title in 1953. He pitched for the 1954 Montana Grizzlies Skyline Conference championship team.
Señor Pomroy was also a great handball player, winning multiple City titles. That includes a handful of doubles crowns with his son, Tom.
Eventually going into the Hall of Fame at the age of 85 was not a case of better late than never for Señor Pomroy. He was just so thriller to be there. His happiness extended to everyone lucky enough to be a part of that great Butte Sports Hall of Fame weekend. It was impossible for it to not.
With tears in my eyes, I read Señor Pomroy’s obituary online the other night. The following sentence jumped off the screen.
“Tom was a wonderful person who was liked by all.”
Yes, Señor Pomroy was liked by all. That is because he liked all. He will be dearly missed by all who ever met him, and he will be remembered fondly.
Señor Pomroy will be remembered as an incredibly kind man who was always willing to help anybody. He will be remembered for making other people happy. It was practically impossible to be in a bad mood after an encounter with Señor Pomroy.
For me, Señor Pomroy will long be remembered for his amazing ability to see and bring out the best in everybody.
Even when they were trying to cheat on one of his tests.
— Bill Foley, who remembers very little Spanish, 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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If Thursdays are good for the refs, they should be good for the fans

If you have never heard my friend Josh Peck cheer at a football game, you really should.
There is no way to describe his unbridled enthusiasm for the Maroons as he cheers from the opening kickoff until the final horn. You just have to witness it for yourself.
On Friday night, a few of us laughed at one point because it sounded like Josh was saying something else about the Hardin team when he chanted, “Go Maroons! Stop the Bulldogs!”
Of course, saying something negative about the opposition is not in Josh’s character. He was unrelenting and 100 percent positive, and that was refreshing to hear because not every fan is positive when cheering on high school boys playing football.
Since I started watching games in the stands instead of from the sidelines three years ago, I have heard a lot of not-so-positive fans yelling at teenage boys. That is one of the reasons I watch Butte High games from up high in the end zone seats at Naranche Stadium.
I also try to get away from the kind of people who bring cowbells to football games.
Josh was in full force as the Maroons beat Hardin in a 17-16 thriller Friday night on the Bob Green Field at Montana Tech. He was by far the loudest fan in stadium full of loud fans, from Butte Central and Hardin.
I do not know if Josh is like that for every game, but I suspect is probably is. He probably loses his voice until at least the next Wednesday.
The reason I do not know is that Friday marked the first time I was able to attend a Butte Central football game in at least two years. I would attend more, but my son plays football for Butte High.
So, I am usually sitting in the Naranche end zone or traveling around the state to watch the Bulldogs play when the Maroons are in town. That is a shame because, for as long as I can remember, I loved watching both Butte teams play.
In 1981, I was 7-years-old as I cheered my heart out for Butte Central to beat Butte High in that classic overtime game won by the Bulldogs. A week later, I was back at the same stadium with my dad and brother to cheer just as hard for the Bulldogs as they played the Anaconda Copperheads.
If it were up to me, I would never miss a Butte High or Butte Central football game. I am hardly alone in that.
That was evident in the large crowd that watched the Maroons beat Hardin at Tech. It was a huge crowd for a regular-season Class A football game, and it was not just because BC and Hardin both had a big turnout.
Many fans who would otherwise be watching the Bulldogs play also took in the game to cheer on the Maroons. Led by Josh, the crowd was a factor until the very end, and the Maroons fed off that energy.
When Hardin’s D.J. Lefhand ran for a touchdown and punched in a 2-point conversion to put Hardin up 16-14 with 1 minute, 35 seconds left on the clock, the fans and the Maroons did not back down.
BC drove down the field, and senior Jack Nagle booted a 32-yard field goal as time expired to give the Maroons the thrilling victory. It was the biggest 3-pointer at Butte Central since Dougie Peoples hit the trey to lift the Maroons to the Class A State basketball title in 2022.
It was Central’s first walk-off field goal since Rob Johnson and the Maroons booted the Copperheads for a 24-21 overtime win in Anaconda in October of 2000.
Unfortunately, Friday’s thriller will likely be the last Butte Central game I will be able to attend this year. In the regular season, anyway.
I was able to go to Friday’s game because Butte High played Thursday night at Billings Skyview. Butte High plays next Thursday at Missoula Big Sky, but the Maroons are off that week.
Both teams celebrate homecoming on Sept. 26, and they both play at home again the next Friday. Both teams are home on Oct. 24.
This has been a problem since Butte High reopened Naranche Stadium toward the end of the 2011 season.
The teams used to share Bulldog Memorial Stadium. On weeks when both teams had home games, Butte High would play on Friday night. BC would play on Saturday. Central’s coaches were never big fans of that because it meant that they were playing on a short week the next game, while their opponent was not.
BC was not able play on Naranche when it reopened because the grass field would not hold up. The Bulldogs could not even practice on the grass that just never wanted to grow where our gridiron heroes used to notoriously play on dirt.
So, the Maroons started playing on the artificial turf of the Bob Green Field in 2013. When Butte High put a similar turf on Naranche a few years later, the Maroons stayed at Tech because they were getting a pretty good deal.
That led to Friday nights when Butte sports fans had to choose between the Bulldogs and the Maroons. Butte High usually wins that battle because way more people graduated from the public school.
Some have pushed for the Bulldogs and Maroons to play doubleheaders at Naranche on Friday nights when they are both home. That would be great.
However, it has not always been easy to get the Maroons and Bulldogs to work together on logistics. For one thing, Butte High never let BC have its own concessions when the Maroons played at Bulldog Memorial Stadium. Tech lets the Maroons sell their own food, snacks and drinks.
So, that is probably never going to work out. The Bob Green Field will likely be BC’s football home for years to come.
That, though, should not mean we cannot all watch the Maroons and Bulldogs on weeks when they are both playing home games. The solution is easy. It is Thursday night lights.
Thursday nights are a great opportunity for high school players. When they play on Thursdays, the teams are kind of showcased around the state. They are one of just a few games — maybe even the only one — playing that night, so football fans from every corner of the state are at least paying attention.
That includes college coaches looking to fill out their future rosters.
The reason we have Thursday games, though, is not to showcase the student-athletes. It is because we have a shortage of officials. We simply do not have enough officials to go around to cover all the games, especially in places like Missoula and Billings, where the pools have so many schools to cover.
Well, if we can adjust the schedules for the officials, then we can certainly do it for the fans.
It seems so simple, really. But so did the plan to play doubleheaders, which they do in other Montana cities.
When the schedules work out so Butte High and Butte Central both play at home the same week, we should play one of the games on a Thursday night. There is no reason we cannot start doing that this year, either.
Then we could alternate which team gets the Thursday night lights and the benefits that come with them. It would be great for the players, but even better for the fans who like to cheer on the Bulldogs and Maroons.
We would also get to see if Josh Peck cheers like that every game.
— Bill Foley, who certainly does not need more cowbell, 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.






















