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Podcast No. 234: Grandma Mary

Mary Catherine (McCoy) D’Arcy was my grandma, and that pretty much makes me one of the luckiest people to ever live.
All of my many cousins feel the same way.
Grandma Mary was simply the best. She was smart, funny and active right up until her death less than two months before her 98th birthday. Every day we got to see Grandma Mary was a day when we would smile and laugh.
I still get asked about Grandma Mary at least once a week. I think I am known more for being one of her grandchildren than I am for being a writer, podcaster or political candidate.
She was born in Butte Oct. 12, 1920, and lived in the Mining City until she passed on Aug. 20, 2018.
Grandma Mary really wanted to make it to her 100th birthday. She wanted to be the oldest person in the McCoy family. She also wanted to celebrate her centennial with a huge party at the Butte Civic Center.
She said she was going to charge everyone $100 to enter. Only her favorite nurses and priest were going to get in for free. Her grandchildren, great-grandchildren and great-great-grandchildren all had to pay, she said.
She also wanted to make it to 100 so she could get 100 percent off of her birthday dinner at the Montana Club. She went there every year on her birthday for those insane discounts.
Of course, her 100th birthday, Oct. 12, 2020, would have fallen in the middle of the COVID pandemic. There were no parties in those days. So, maybe Grandma Mary was one of the lucky ones to check out before that global nightmare hit us all.
Grandma Mary was a classmate of the great Eso Naranche in the Butte High School Class of 1938. She said Naranche was a nice boy.
“He wasn’t an ass like some of those other boys,” she once told me.
You had to be really something to reach not-an-ass status with Grandma Mary. Whenever I’d talk to her on the phone, she would usually end the conversation by saying, “Oh, you’re an ass. Goodbye.”
My grandma met my grandpa Jerry D’Arcy at the Shanty Bar in Butte. They were married on April 10, 1939. Grandpa Jerry passed away in 2011 after 72 years of marriage.
Grandma Mary said that is a long time to wait on somebody, and Grandpa Jerry countered that it was a long time to take care of someone else’s daughter.
On April 11, 2018, Ron Davis let me host Partyline on KBOW. So, I had Grandma Mary on as my guest for the full hour. I got the idea when I heard Ron interview his mother, Mama Davis, a few months earlier.
This interview is the first time I started thinking about hosting my own podcast. So, I think I owe Grandma Mary a huge thank you.
Thank you also to Ron for giving me permission to use the audio from his radio station. He was a great boss for 10 years, and he is an even better friend.
Listen in to hear Grandma Mary talk about the best fireworks show in the history of Butte. Listen as she talks about Charles Lindberg and Franklin Roosevelt coming to town. Listen as she talks about meeting Grandpa Jerry.
Listen in as she denies that my cousins Marci and Jody were not her favorite grandchildren. Listen to hear that she was clearly lying about that.
Today’s podcast is presented by Leskovar Honda, home of the 20-year, 200,000-mile warrantee.
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Rediscovering an autograph from a Super Bowl champion

Note: With Butte native Pat Ogrin slated to be inducted into the Montana Football Hall of Fame next June, I thought it was fitting to look back on a column that I wrote in July of 2015.
Jim Peltomaa called out to me as I was getting into my car outside the Town Pump on Excelsior Street.
“Foles, Foles,” he said as he approached. “I’m going to get you another autograph from Pat Ogrin.”
That was about a year ago when I stopped for a Mountain Dew on a hot summer day.
I was immediately brought back to a cold Sunday afternoon in January of 1983 when I watched television as the Washington Redskins beat the Miami Dolphins 27-17 in Super Bowl XVII in the Rose Bowl.
Most people remember that game for the performance of “The Diesel.” John Riggins ran the ball 38 times for 166 yards and a touchdown on his way to winning the Most Valuable Player Award.
In Butte, we remember the game because a backup defensive lineman named Pat Ogrin played for the Redskins that Super Sunday. At least that’s why the game is so memorable to me.
I watched the game with my dad and my great-uncle Bill Leeming. I was planning on cheering for the Dolphins until my dad told me that a Butte guy was playing for the Redskins.
Never before did I pay so much attention to the defensive line, watching attentively for a glimpse of No. 75 for the Redskins.
I couldn’t tell you for sure if he actually played a down on defense or if he even got into the game, but I could have sworn Ogrin made seven or eight tackles that day. I was spotting No. 75 left and right.
I was 8 at the time, and I had never heard of Ogrin before that game. For one afternoon, though, you would think he was in my immediate family.
That’s why my head almost exploded a few months later while watching my older brother’s Little League game at what is now called Scown Field in Butte. A boy came running by and told me there’s a guy from the Super Bowl champion Redskins watching the game.
“Pat Ogrin?!” I said as my head snapped around.
“Yeah,” he said, pointing up to Caledonia Street where cars parked and looked down on the field. “I think that’s it. He’s right up there.”
I couldn’t believe it. Pat Ogrin was watching my brother’s game, too. Pat Ogrin, the Super Bowl champion.
After scrambling to find a piece of paper from one of the moms, I followed the parade of boys up the hill to where Ogrin was sitting in a lawn chair outside a car. I asked for his autograph and he asked me my name.
He handed back the paper, and my eyes filled with tears of joy as I read what he wrote:
“Billy, Best wishes from Pat Ogrin, Redskins #75.”
My memory tells me I saw his Super Bowl ring, but I’m not sure if he had it yet. I nervously told Ogrin that I watched him in the Super Bowl and I thanked him a few times for the autograph. I remember him laughing, probably at how nervous and excited I was to see a real-life NFL player.
Then I sprinted down toward the field, holding the autograph up high to show it off to anyone and everyone.
That piece of paper sat on top of my dresser for years, and it has always been the basis for how I practice signing autographs in preparation for the day I am finally asked. Over the years I’ve written thousands of practice autographs, each including the words “best wishes.”
Ogrin never played in another regular-season game in the NFL. He played in five in 1981 and three in 1982.
I watched him on TV as he played a couple of games for the Denver Gold in the USFL in 1983 and with the Pittsburgh Gladiators of the Arena League in 1988.
Ogrin, who played at Wyoming after graduating from Butte High in 1976, was inducted into the Butte Sports Hall of Fame in 1997.
I never forgot the time I met Pat Ogrin, and I never will. But somewhere along the line I lost the piece of paper he signed to me.
I was bummed out by that because, even though I got William “The Refrigerator” Perry’s autograph years later, that Pat Ogrin autograph was easily the most meaningful “celebrity” signature I ever received.
Last summer I mentioned how I lost that autograph in a column, and Peltomaa, who was a good buddy with Ogrin, read it.
“I’m going to see Pat today,” Pelts said, “and I will get you another autograph.”
Ogrin was getting married that day at the Our Lady of the Rockies statue. I briefly thought about crashing the wedding to get another signature, but Pelts assured me he would do it for me.
Pelts and I stood there at the gas station talking for a while that day. We talked about that autograph and he told me a couple of stories about Ogrin.
“I can’t wait to tell Pat I saw you,” he said with a laugh as he walked away. “He will get a kick out of your story.”
Unfortunately, that was the last time I talked with Pelts before his untimely death in November. He never gave me the autograph, and I never got to hear about him getting it.
The conversation about that memory with Pelts, though, made the memory of the autograph even more special. It gave the story another dimension.
A few weeks ago, I was cleaning out my basement and aggressively throwing things out like I was on an episode of Hoarders.
As I was lifting a box headed for the dump, a small, folded piece of paper fell to the dirty floor. I picked it up and nearly crumbled it on the way to the garbage pile.
For some reason, though, I decided to put the box down and open the yellowing piece of paper to see what it was.
Tears of joy filled my eyes as I read the faded words: “Billy, Best wishes from Pat Ogrin, Redskins #75.”
I’ll never lose that autograph again.
— Bill Foley, who really, really, really wants to have Pat Ogrin as a guest on the ButteCast, 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. 232: Paul Dennehy

These are very good times to be a fan of the Montana State Bobcats. They are especially good for us fans in the Mining City because Butte boy Tommy Mellott is the quarterback of the top-seeded Bobcats.
We knew Tommy way before he was “Touchdown Tommy,” the finalist for the Walter Payton Award. We knew him as a Margaret Leary Mustang, East Bullpup and Butte High Bulldog.
So, even Griz fans are enjoying the success of Mellott and the Bobcats these days.
The fall of 1976 was also a great time to be a Bobcat fan from Butte. Those Bobcats went 12-1, losing only to Division I Fresno State, on their way to the NCAA Division II national championship.
That team included two Butte coaches named Sonny. Sonny Holland was the head coach, while Sonny Lubick was an assistant. It also featured nine players from Butte: Bert Markovich, Len Kelly, Don Ueland, Dan Ueland, Jim Janhunen, Mark DeVore, Calvin Oliver, Tom Pomroy and Paul Dennehy.
Dennehy, a lefty from Butte Central, was the sophomore quarterback of the team. The Bobcats beat Akron in the Pioneer Bowl to capture the championship 48 years ago today, Dec. 11.
Before Coach Holland visited his home and convinced his mother that MSU was the place for Paul, Dennehy was a two-way standout for the Maroons. He played defensive back on the 1973 State championship BC squad. That was Central’s third straight title and fourth in five years. Dennehy backed up fellow lefty Mark Schulte at quarterback.
In 1974, Bob Beers took over as head coach of the Maroons. At the time, Beers called Dennehy the greatest athlete he ever coached.
Today, Dennehy says he is just another face in the crowd at Bobcat Stadium, where he is a season ticket holder. Bobcat fans, though, know better than that. He is a Bobcat legend.
Listen in to this podcast as Dennehy talks about playing for legends like Ron “Swede” Kenison and Beers at BC and Sonny Holland and Sonny Lubick at MSU.
Listen as he talks about the nine Butte guys on the Bobcat championship team. Listen to him talk about Tommy Mellott.
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Washington, you can have him

Last week, I used this space to try to extend an olive branch from Montana to Great Falls native Ryan Leaf.
Since he graduated from Great Falls Russell in 1994, Leaf proclaimed that he is no longer from the Treasure State. Instead, he says he is from Pullman, Washington, an assertion that residents of Pullman have not always agreed with, by the way.
In the column, I proclaimed that not only do I like Leaf, but I also admire the former CMR quarterback who rose from the ashes of rock bottom to become a bit of an inspirational character.
The proclaimed biggest draft bust in NFL history responded to the column by blocking me on Twitter.
Luckily, I have a strong cast of family and friends to help me get by, but I could still use lots of thoughts and prayers to help me through this difficult, difficult time.
One of my friends asked me if I was going to write a retraction to last week’s column now that Leaf will no longer engage in any discourse with me on Twitter.
The answer to that is obvious. I will not. Most of what I wrote about Leaf last week still rings just as true this week.
The point of the column was not to try to get Leaf to like me. I had long known that he was not an agreeable character. When a broadcaster friend of mine invited him to be a halftime guest on the radio during a game that involved Butte High and Leaf’s brother, Brady, he did not politely decline.
Instead, he said something that was closer to “Get the hell out of here.”
I also already knew that Leaf rejected an induction into the Montana Football Hall of Fame, which honors players from our state who played professional football. Nobody associated with that Hall ever did anything to hurt Leaf, but he rudely pushed them away.
So, no. I did not think I would become friends or even friendly with Leaf by writing a column about him. He is not the kind of person whose company I would enjoy.
I still have tremendous admiration for how Leaf transformed his life after he found himself in a cell at the Montana State Prison. He has done an incredibly admiral job of transforming into a person who contributes positively to our society.
How many people have you ever heard coming out of prison a better person?
A large percentage of prisoners learn how to be better con men when they serve their time behind bars. They head back to the streets with a few more tricks up their sleeves, and many quickly find themselves right back in the system.
Some prisoners, though, leave and do great things. Leaf definitely falls into that category.
While he was still in prison, Leaf started to turn things around when he helped illiterate inmates learn how to read. He said the feeling he got from helping prisoners was freeing.
Later, Leaf spoke out about the addiction problems that lead him to prison. He wrote about his poor attitude that led to him flaming out in the NFL in legendary fashion.
He proved to be a really good football announcer. His perspective on the game and on life make him a very interesting listen.
Leaf even filled in as guest host on the Dan Patrick Show last week, and he did a really good job.
More than a quarter of a century since Leaf was drafted No. 2 in the 1994 NFL Draft, however, he still shows that he can be quite childish.
No, I’m not talking about him blocking anyone on Twitter.
For some reason, he started trolling fans and players of the University of Montana football program. His rationale was that he has always hated the Grizzlies.
The only thing the Griz ever did to Leaf was beat the pants off Montana State year after year of Leaf’s childhood. Maybe that made him feel that he had to use his big platform to attack Griz fans. For a 48-year-old man to do that, though, is puzzling at best.
When he received backlash for his trolling, Leaf repeated his assertion that everyone in Montana is a jerk. Well, he says a few people in Bozeman are fine, but that is because they are “tourists.”
Incidentally, most people who have visited the state would most likely classify Montana as being the exact opposite of Leaf’s description.
Sure, Montana possesses is share of jerks. We have a lot of people who laughed at and mocked Leaf when he came tumbling down following his magical run to the 1998 Rose Bowl with Washington State.
Many mocked him when he went to prison for breaking into homes and stealing pain pills.
But it is not fair to judge an entire state with such a broad brush. It is also crazy to say that everyone in an entire state is the bad guy, and he is the good guy.
If every person in the state hated me, I would probably take a good, hard look in the mirror before I started sling insults.
If every one of his teachers and coaches said my son was a problem, I might start to suspect that maybe my wife and I raised a dud. I would not just make a blanket statement that all teachers and coaches are bad people.
This is not to say that Leaf does not have reason to resent Montana. He said the Great Falls Tribune ran a cartoon mocking him when he was released from prison.
He said the state shamed him, and there is probably some truth to that. Montanans laughed at Ryan Leaf’s failures and his troubles. Many still look down on him.
But that could be said for a lot of people from the other 49 states, too. Big Sky Country hardly corners the market on people who laugh at the misfortune of others.
When SportsCenter showed the rookie Leaf screaming at a reporter in the San Diego Chargers locker room, people all around the nation noticed there was something not right about that guy. When he continued to act like a jerk, it made people in every state — and beyond — laugh at him each time he was cut by an NFL team.
That laughing only magnified when he ran into trouble with the law because he was such an easy character to dislike. So, he did not garner much sympathy in San Diego, New York, Billings or anywhere in between.
Yes, the cartoonist who poked fun at his addiction is a jerk.
If you laughed at Leaf for his arrest, you were being a jerk, too. Addiction is a problem that can affect anybody, good or bad. It can make great people do bad things, and nothing is funny about that.
But Leaf still gives us reason to laugh at him when does things like troll the Grizzlies, trash 99 percent of the population of Montana and block a writer who suggested that the people of the state recognize him for the man he became instead of the adolescent brat that he was.
Yes, I still admire the man Leaf became after hitting rock bottom. I still respect his courage that helped others. I will still listen when he calls a game or fills in for Dan Patrick.
As far as that olive branch, though, we might as well throw that on the fire. Leaf clearly is not interested in accepting it.
Washington, he is all yours.
— Bill Foley, who will never be asked to fill in for Dan Patrick, 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.














