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Leave it all on the field one last time

Briane Toone does not have a lot of regrets about playing football.
Well, at least he should not have many qualms after an outstanding career for the Butte High Bulldogs and Montana Grizzlies. He was a state champion and a national champion.
Toone was not a Bulldog for very long, but he is one who certainly cemented his place in history. He moved to the Mining City during the winter of his junior year, and he earned second-team All-State honors at linebacker as a senior. That year, he helped Butte High’s football team win the 1991 Class AA State championship.
I still say he should have been named first-team All-State. Standing out on one of the best high school defenses Montana has ever seen was not an easy thing to do, and Toone did that week after week.
The coaches at the University of Montana clearly agreed.
Toone, a Hamilton native who played at Mount Shasta High School in California before moving to Butte, left everything he had on the field every game for the Bulldogs.
Then he took his talents to Missoula, where he started on two Grizzly teams that advanced to the NCAA I-AA National Championship Game in Huntington, West Virginia. He and Randy Riley, a fellow member of that 1991 Bulldog championship team, combined to force Marshall quarterback Chad Pennington into an intentional grounding in the end zone in the second half of the 1995 game.
That safety proved to be the difference as the Grizzlies beat Marshall, 22-20.
A year later, Toone was a star on the Grizzly defensive line as Montana took a 14-0 record into the title game. This time, NFL Hall of Famer receiver Randy Moss and the Marshall Thunder Herd beat the Grizzlies, 49-29.
Toone parlayed his education at the University of Montana into a successful career after football. He is the owner and president of the Jewelry Design Center, which is based in Spokane but has a new location in Missoula.
He has been married to Butte High classmate Beth Murry for nearly 30 years.
So, you figure he must have been able to walk away from the game of football without looking back. Well, not exactly.
Judging by how Toone behaved as he watched the Butte High Bulldogs win the 2012 Class AA State title at Naranche Stadium would lead us to believe otherwise.
Everybody remembers the 46-yard field goal by Jake Dennehy as time expired as Butte High beat Bozeman, 38-36, on Friday, Nov. 16, 2012. My most vivid memory of that night, however, is Brian Toone.
A large group of players from the 1991 team — the last Bulldog squad to win a title before that night — were in town to cheer on the current Bulldogs. Many of those guys tried to watch the game from the sideline, but they were booted back to the stands by school officials.
Believe it or not, some of those guys were clearly celebrating during their program reunion party. Nobody, though, was keeping Toone off the field. He was not there to fraternize with his old teammates. Brian Toone was there to watch the Bulldogs win.
He just had that look in his eyes that he was not going to be denied. It was the look opposing offensive players probably knew all too well.
Toone, who was close to 100 pounds lighter than when he played his last game with the Grizzlies, fit into his letter jacket, and he walked up and down the sidelines following every play. He was yelling to encourage the Bulldog players to play their best. He yelled more than most of the Bulldog coaches.
He was clapping and cheering from the opening kickoff until Dennehy’s kick cleared the crossbar. Most of the 2012 Bulldogs noticed Toone, but they had no clue who that intense fan in the old letterman’s jacket was.
They just knew he really wanted them to win.
Toone was so intense that I thought there was at least a 25 percent chance that he was going to run out onto the field an make a tackle. It was clearly killing Toone, who was 38 at the time, to not be on the field. It was killing him to be so close to the action and not be able to do anything about it.
Remember, this is a guy who won the championship as a senior.
The 2025-26 school year is about to begin. For me, it will be my last as a parent of a Butte High Bulldog athlete. As fall sports practice begins, my advice to my son and everyone in his class — at Butte High, Butte Central or any school around the country — is to look at Brian Toone.
Do not just look at the titles and postseason honors. Do not just look at the highlights from that safety in the 1995 championship game.
Look at the passion he showed for his high school team 21 years after he last put on that purple-and-white uniform. Toone shows us that, even if you win it all, you just might want to go back and do it again. If you leave the field with regret, you might not ever get over it.
The sports seasons and the school year will go by quickly. Before we know it, you will be graduating. Most of you will not continue your athletic careers in college, either. Only about 7 percent of high school athletes are lucky enough to do that.
This will be the last school year when people you never met pay to watch you play. It will be the last year that you will get the chance to play for your school and your hometown. This will be the last school year when you will have a chance do something about it when the game is on the line for your hometown team.
Believe it or not, there will be a time when you look back and wish you were still in high school. You will wish that you were back out there under those Friday night lights. You will miss game days. You will miss the practices and the halftime speeches.
You will miss having your coaches work so hard to push you to be your very best.
Before you know it, you will be getting notices about your 10-year high school reunion. It will be like a blink of an eye before the Bulldog football players of today become the Silver B’s of tomorrow.
It will go by so criminally fast.
Some memories will always make you happy. Others will haunt you for decades, and those will be the ones you will want to go back and change. But, if Uncle Rico taught us anything, it is that there is no going back in time.
The time to change that is now, and this is your last chance to have no regrets.
Now go enjoy the moment.
— Bill Foley, who can throw a football over them mountains, 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. 282: Peggy Boyle

There is simply no question that Peggy Boyle is one tough woman.
In addition to raising four highly-competitive boys, Peggy was one of the 15 Salazar siblings who grew up in a small house on West Granite Street.
She attended McKinley Elementary and West Junior High before graduating from Butte High School in 1976. Peggy married Bernie Boyle on Aug. 10, 1979. After the birth of their first son, Dan, Peggy graduated from Montana Tech with a degree in occupation safety and health in 1982.
So, there is not a lot you can throw at Peggy that she cannot handle.
That quiet strength that she exhibits is one of the key factors in the Boyle and Burgman families working together to create something good out of a horrific tragedy.
Sunday, Aug. 10, will mark Peggy and Bernie’s 46th wedding anniversary. It will also mark the 10th anniversary of the worst day of their lives.
Just after midnight on Aug. 10, 2015, their son Casey and his best friend Kyle Burgman were killed in an automobile accident where East Park Street meets Sheilds Avenue. Casey, a former Butte Central Maroon, and Kyle, a former Butte High Bulldog, were both just 28 years old. Both were very well-known and beloved in the community, and the tragedy shook the Mining City to its core.
The Burgman and Boyle families did something amazing after the tragedy. On the first anniversary of the accident, they held the first Burgman/Boyle Classic alumni basketball game. That included the Boyle’s Buddies Special Olympics game, a perfect tribute to Casey, who was an adored special education teacher at Butte High School.
They also launched the Burgman/Boyle Scholarship that has helped so many Butte High and Butte Central graduates attend college. The annual Burgman/Boyle cribbage tournament, which was held on Sunday, helps raise money for the scholarship.
The Boyle’s Buddies game has continued on because those Special Olympians will never let it fade away, but the alumni game ended as some of the players got older. It will return this Sunday as both games will be played to mark the 10th anniversary.
Action will kick off at with the Boyle’s Buddies game at 4 p.m. at East Middle School. The alumni game will follow at about 5, and scholarships will be presented during halftime of that game.
Peggy, the director of Butte Central’s Laverne Combo Thanksgiving Dinner, also worked hard on a project to make the 10th anniversary a little more special. The families are raffling off a playhouse/she-shed. Tickets are $25, and they can be bought at the Knights of Columbus and the Butte Depot, among other places.
The drawing for the shed, which is fully insulated and wired for power, will be held during the games. The shed is currently on display outside Dickey’s Barbecue Pit at 2800 Harrison Ave.
Listen in to this episode as Peggy talks about growing up with 14 siblings. Listen as she talks about how Bernie kind of struggled at making a good first — and second — impression. Listen as she talks about raising those four boys and how she dealt with the unimaginable tragedy.
Listen to hear why the Burgman and Boyle families work so hard to make sure the names of Kyle and Casey are never forgotten.
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Through thick, thin and bad trades, you stick with your team

In the 1980s, nobody was a bigger San Francisco 49ers fan than my cousin Scott McLaughlin.
If you ran into him on the golf course in those days, there was a better-than-average chance that you would see Scott wearing a 49ers hat, a 49ers T-shirt, 49ers shorts and 49ers socks. That is not a joke, either. We can only assume he saved his “I’m a Niner” body paint and wig set for game days.
Like most 49ers fans back then, Scott’s favorite player was Joe Montana, the quarterback who led the team to four Super Bowl titles in the 1980s. By the time we got into the 1990s, the team was moving on to Steve Young at quarterback.
Montana missed the entire 1991 season with an injury, and he only played one game during the 1992 campaign. Still, Scott was holding out hope that Montana would return the 49ers to greatness when he came back healthy.
Unfortunately for Scott, the 49ers did not see it that way. They traded Montana to the Kansas City Chiefs on April 20, 1993, and it broke my cousin’s heart.
It also pissed him off.
Scott said goodbye to the 49ers and followed Montana to Chiefs Nation. When I saw him on the golf course that summer, his wardrobe was much different. He was wearing a Chiefs hat, a Chiefs T-Shirt and Chiefs shorts.
I am not too sure about the socks, and assumed his “I’m a Chief” body paint and wig set was on order.
While I believe Scott was back on board with Young and the 49ers by the time they won the Super Bowl again in January of 1995, I had to admire him for following his favorite player.
In those days, switching favorite teams was seen as one of the worst things a guy could do. You stuck with your team through thick and thin, and you never — EVER — wanted to be labeled as a “front runner.”
Switching teams — and switching them so openly — was a very brave move by Scott, who took tons of grief from people like me.
I nearly followed Scott’s lead and switched baseball teams after the Boston Red Sox traded Rafeal Devers to the San Francisco Giants this past Father’s Day. That trade broke my heart, and it really pissed me off.
Raffy is my favorite baseball player, and that is not just because he helped the Red Sox win the World Series in 2018. It is not even because he saved his best games for the Yankees.
Instead, he is my favorite player for a moment during Red Sox batting practice before the third game of the 2019 season in Seattle.
My son, Grady, was 11 at the time, and the two of us drove the 600 or so miles to Seattle to watch the defending World Series champions play two games at the newly-named T-Mobile Park. We watched the second and third games of the season.
After watching Mitch Moreland blast a pinch-hit three-run home run in the top of the ninth inning as the Red Sox overcame a 6-1 deficit for a 7-6 victory on Friday, March 20, we went to watch the teams play again that Saturday.
I bought Grady a new Red Sox hoodie at a shop outside the park, and we made our way down toward the fence on the third base line. Grady had a ball and a Sharpie in his mitt, hopping to snag an autograph.
As we were 25 or 30 rows up from the field, Grady said, “Dad, he’s pointing to me.”
Before I could even ask who was pointing at him, I saw Raffy, who was fielding balls at third base, launch a throw. Then, Raffy put his hands on his head and winced a bit, as if he was just then realizing that he threw a missel to an 11-year-old boy who may or may not be able to catch.
Somehow, Grady got his ball and Sharpie out of his mitt in time to catch the ball above his left shoulder. The force of the throw forced Grady’s hand back as far as his arm could reach.
The hundreds of Red Sox fans there applauded Grady, and Raffy pointed at him with his glove hand. Then, he nodded, as if to tell the kid, “Nice catch.”
Later in that game, a fan asked Grady, “Are you the boy who made that catch?”
The Red Sox lost that game, 6-5. They lost the next day, too, dropping the series 3-1 to the Mariners. But that did not matter. Thanks to Raffy, the boy had a memory that will last a lifetime.
So did his dad.
Over the years, Raffy became Boston’s best hitter. He wasn’t the best third baseman, but he could always hit. He always hit big in the clutch, too.
When the Red Sox signed Raffy to an 11-year, $331 million contract in January of 2023, I figured I would get to watch Raffy play for my team for the next decade.
That was a saving grace for a Red Sox fan who was still peeved that the team traded Mookie Betts to the Dodgers in January of 2020. Piece by piece, the Red Sox dismantled that great team of 2018 because owner John Henry wanted to save money.
The worst part is how Henry and Co. get rid of players. Henry owns The Boston Globe, and he uses that as a propaganda arm to slam players on their way out of town. I figure he does that to deflect criticism from himself.
They did it with Nomar Garciaparra in 2004. They did it to manager Terry “Tito” Francona after the 2011 season. They did it to Johnny Damon. They did it to Betts.
With Mookie, the line was that he did not want to play in Boston, so the fans were angry at the player instead of the owner who is using his revenue from the Red Sox to finance his other interests.
Mookie said he wanted to play in Boston. He just did not want to have to take a discount to do it.
Most of the horrible moves the Red Sox made were to save money. Henry says he wants to win, but he wants to do it like the low-budget Tampa Bay Rays, who have never won a World Series.
Money is why they traded Raffy. You will never convince me otherwise. The move saved Henry around $250 million.
The propaganda machine says Raffy was a bad teammate, even though the Netflix documentary about the 2024 team seems to show the opposite. Story after story pushed that narrative. The team-owned radio announcer said he was a bad teammate.
So, Red Sox fans were mad at Raffy. Good riddance to the diva slugger, they said.
Maybe those stories are true, this time. Maybe Raffy isn’t the best teammate. But I am skeptical because it is the same playbook. I also saw the look on Raffy’s face when my son made that catch.
After the trade, I have followed every Red Sox game. I check out the box scores and read the stories. I read the trade rumors.
But I had a hard time watching any games, and I really thought hard about switching teams. This one, I thought, might be the final straw.
I thought about buying a Cincinnati Reds hat because Tito, who will forever be my favorite manager, is skippering that team. But, thanks to a certain wannabe dictator, I can never wear a red hat.
I added a Giants hat to my cart on a shopping website, but I couldn’t pull the trigger.
Through thick, thin, bad trades and a horrible owner, I must stick with my team. After all, I somehow stayed with the Chicago Bears after they traded Jim McMahon to San Diego in August of 1989. No trade could ever break my heart more than that one, and no team owner was worse than Michael McCaskey.
So, I still wear my Red Sox hat. I will still cheer for the Old Towne team because that is the team I picked as a free agent fan sometime in the 1970s. I picked the Red Sox because they are my dad’s team, too.
The team has been hot as can be since July 1, and I will be them rooting on, hoping they win a World Series before they trade Jarren Durran and turn the propaganda machine toward slandering the character of another one of my favorite players.
But, for now, I’m going to leave my “I’m a Red Sock” body paint and wig set in the closet.
— Bill Foley, who is still heartbroken about that Jim McMahon trade, 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. 281: Brittani Ferris and Jordan Harwell

Brittani Ferris and Jordan Harwell are trying their best to make the Mining City laugh more. They are doing a pretty good job, too.
Brittani is the founder of Uptown Comedy, and she is working hard to bring comedy acts to Butte. That includes an Aug. 22 show by Sam Miller with Lynette Manning at the Covellite Theater.
She hosts showcases at the Covellite on Thursdays. That includes highlighting talent from Butte and around the state. The next show on Aug. 7 will be an all-female show that promises to rock the old theater.
Brittani grew up in Butte, and she is related the large Ferris family from Dillon. That Ferris group is known for, among other things, their great athletic prowess. Brittani, though, says she did not get that family trait. She opted for theater and speech and debate when she was at Butte High School.
She went to college in Missoula and worked in Bozeman. She has traveled around the state and beyond working on her comedy routine. She even did shows in New York.
After moving back to Butte, she decided to work on building a scene in her hometown. Uptown Comedy offers open-mic nights at the 51 Below Speakeasy in addition to the other shows she puts on. They did a show Friday at the Butte-Silver Bow Fair.
Brittney encourages people who are reluctant about trying standup to give it a shot, and she seems to enjoy seeing local talent thrive even more than she likes to get a laugh herself.
Brittani quickly realized that Jordan is one of the top comedians around. He grew up in San Diego, and work brought him to Butte. While in the Holey City, Jordan discovered the Knights of Columbus Athletic Club’s basketball league and a great opportunity for comedy.
Listen in to this episode as Brittani and Jordan talk about the Butte Comedy scene and why you are missing out if you are not catching all the shows.
Listen as they talk about how they got into comedy and some of their influences as comedians. Listen as they talk about the times the killed it on stage and the times that they completely bombed. Listen to hear that you do not want to miss their Thursday showcases at the Covellite.
Today’s episode of the ButteCast is presented by Leskovar Honda, home of the 20-year, 200,000-mile warranty.
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Podcast No. 280: Rick Lyons

Rick Lyons is one of the greatest all-around athletes the Mining City has ever produced.
The 2017 Butte Sports Hall of Fame inductee has won state titles in baseball, basketball, golf and handball. He was part of the 1972 Mile High Little League All-Star team that captured the state title and represented Montana in the Western Regional Tournament in San Bernardino, California.
After 53 years, that is still Butte’s only state Little League champion.
Rick was then a member of Butte Central’s 1978 Class A State championship basketball team under head coach John Thatcher. A few months later, he was a part of Butte Central’s Class A State championship golf team. That team, led by coach Mike Thompson, included Joe Perrick, John Davis, Frank Cote and the great Louie Bartoletti, who won the individual crown.
Rick won the Montana Class B handball title and was, by all accounts, heading toward being one of the best players in the state. However, he saw the toll the game took on some of those best players, and decided it was no longer for him.
After college, Rick started playing golf more, and he started to get good. Really good. In 1991 and 1995 he won the Montana Mid-Amateur Championships. Then, in 1999, everyone expected him to win the Montana State Men’s Amateur Championship at the Butte Country Club, where he once won 10 straight Labor Day Tournament titles and 13 times overall.
He did. Eddie Kavran, the 1998 champion from Dillon, and Reid Lende of Livingston tied fors second — six shots behind Lyons.
Rick probably could have won more State Amateur titles, but his family started to grow. His daughter was a baby when he won the 1999 crown, and his two sons followed soon after. So, he stopped playing the game on a regular basis. He also had back problems that prevented him from playing.
Then, his college roommate, Kelly Knievel, told him about a book that changed everything. He said the book, titled “Healing Back Paine: The Mind-Body Connection” by Dr. John Sarno, might have had a placebo effect on him, but it worked. He is now golfing, mostly with his family, pain free.
Don’t, however, expect Rick, now 65, to start winning tournaments again. Unless it’s a scramble, he is not interested in playing.
Listen in to this episode as Rick talks about playing on those state championship teams and hear how he is still close friends with many his teammates.
Listen to hear his take on John Thatcher and how the team from 1976 was probably better than his title-winning team. Listen as talks about his rise to greatness on the golf course. Listen as he drops hints to the mentality that was probably the key to that greatness.
Listen in to hear that his wife, Joanie, probably made him appear on the podcast because Rick is not one who likes to talk about himself.
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