tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11124910.post6723191051468692197..comments2024-03-29T08:54:25.298-06:00Comments on Six-Eight-Eleven: Just Shy of 49mdt1960http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602497351643477314noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11124910.post-15194787701024415592007-10-23T12:29:00.000-06:002007-10-23T12:29:00.000-06:00I'm not sure which one, but I'm hoping to catch Hy...I'm not sure which one, but I'm hoping to catch Hysham in one of the playoff games here in 2007, so perhaps I'll see you there.<BR/><BR/>joerob: Lima is a great place for a football game. I knew the Twin-Drummond game would be a good one and wanted to go just for the game itself. I often struggle with going to a game that promises to be a good match-up (like the Twin-Drummond game) or a game at a location I've never been. My priority these days is the latter, which is why I ended up in Rudyard and Sunburst.<BR/><BR/>I've not many towns remaining on my list of Class C football: Victor, Lincoln, Frazer, Culbertson-Bainville, Medicine Lake-Froid... I think that's about it. Yet, there are still places I'd like to return especially if there is a daytime game, so I'll probably never consider myself "finished" with this project... I suppose that's my excuse to hit the road every autumn! <BR/><BR/>I actually considered leaving Friday morning and "swinging" over to Twin Bridges just for that game and then making my way north... it shouldn't be this complicated!mdt1960https://www.blogger.com/profile/09602497351643477314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11124910.post-53917271370151697952007-10-23T07:36:00.000-06:002007-10-23T07:36:00.000-06:00Morgan--- just wanted to say thanks for this blog-...Morgan--- just wanted to say thanks for this blog---have followed it for a couple years but haven't got around to registering until now. I've gone to a couple of Drummond games in past years, mostly to get a glimpse of Chase Reynolds (who I now can follow on the Grizzly roster--he had his first kickoff return two weeks ago when he replaced the injured #1 returner.) As a redshirt freshman, looks like he is going to have a good career with the Griz. <BR/><BR/>The weekend before this my wife and I went to Twin Bridges for the Drummond/Twin game which became the first conference loss by Drummond in 5 years. The real treat, however, was getting to my first 6-man game the next day at Lima where the locals were defeated by the Reedpoint/Rapalje team.Both Reed/Rap and Lima are in the playoffs so it will be interesting to follow them.joerobhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00354497478175169726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11124910.post-50124755867720159152007-10-22T21:13:00.000-06:002007-10-22T21:13:00.000-06:00I love to check in on your blog, Morgan. It's simp...I love to check in on your blog, Morgan. It's simply wonderful to read about (and see) the small towns you visit. The comments here made me smile. My dad was one of the coaches at Hysham when Edgar traveled over for the game anonymous mentioned. I called him onthe phone just now and read him your blog, and the comments. He remembered the game like it was yesterday....thanks for letting me relive that. He chuckled as he told me that I was indeed at the game too (although he says I couldn't remember as my mom was pregnant with me at the time!)right along the sidelines where I became a permanent fixture following him around, playing catch and chasing the other kids around. I dreamed of playing football for my dad one day, but it was not to be. Although my dad always said I could play right with the boys my mom said "no" I needed to stick to volleyball. I lived vicariously through my best friend as he played and enjoyed every minute of it! Football was a family affair for us, even though my parents had no sons. We still get together and watch as many games as we can. We are even planning to watch Hysham again this year as they go through the playoffs. If you decide to travel there anyday for a game, look him up (my dad that is) he's not hard to find...........Thanks for letting a daughter relive a lifetime of memories for a brief moment.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11124910.post-38642825853602685552007-10-19T09:24:00.000-06:002007-10-19T09:24:00.000-06:00By all means, when the spirit moves, post it here....By all means, when the spirit moves, post it here. I wish more folks like yourself would weigh in here. I have always hoped that these photos and scattered thoughts about and related to STHSF would be a primer for others who have much richer stories to be told like yourself and bring validation to this project at the same time. In short, you're a long way from abuse status.mdt1960https://www.blogger.com/profile/09602497351643477314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11124910.post-85698360382761171672007-10-18T20:56:00.000-06:002007-10-18T20:56:00.000-06:00Thank you. I had viewed all (I think) of your foo...Thank you. <BR/><BR/>I had viewed all (I think) of your football related photos, and read a few of your blog entries, and thought it important to let you know your efforts reach people. I hoped the Hysham story would be an effective way to convey that.<BR/><BR/>Perhaps Coach Hoovestal will stumble across this story someday. I wouldn't expect him to become too emotional, but maybe it will help reaffirm to him that he has made an impact. He has done his job.<BR/><BR/>Yes, Edgar had a team; they were the Wildcats. I seem to recall their basketball program outlived football by a few years, but don't quote me on that. <BR/><BR/>I must admit, your photos triggered a lot of memories, some of which might be condensed into comments. I wouldn't want to abuse your blog, but perhaps I will pop in again with something.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11124910.post-25237100624224451012007-10-18T11:36:00.000-06:002007-10-18T11:36:00.000-06:00You keep on writing stuff like that, I'll just tur...You keep on writing stuff like that, I'll just turn this entire blog over to you...<BR/><BR/>What you wrote is what this blog is all about and therefore, I'd encourage you to tell us more when such stories come to you. In this case, I just hope Coach Hoovestal gets a chance to read this... it might bring him to tears if such is possible.<BR/><BR/>Wow, Edgar had a team back then. Well, you've taught me something today.<BR/><BR/>I hope you have more to add in the future. Good stuff!mdt1960https://www.blogger.com/profile/09602497351643477314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11124910.post-64949049317740059032007-10-17T21:52:00.000-06:002007-10-17T21:52:00.000-06:00This comment doesn't relate to your current post. ...This comment doesn't relate to your current post. Rather, it refers to Idle Hysham, a picture from 2005. Sorry I'm late; I just found it. <BR/> I haven't seen a night sky like that one in, well...in thirty years. Thirty-years-ago this month I stepped off the bus as a senior linebacker with my teammates to play the Hysham Pirates. We were lead by third-year-coach, Dennis Hoovestal. During his brief tenure our football program had transformed dramatically. We changed from a team who, in my Freshman year went 0 and 7, and lost to Edgar--a school that barely fielded ten players to our twenty-five, and folded completely the following year--to a team that rolled into Hysham at 4 and 0 with two successful seasons behind us.<BR/> Hoovestal had graduated from Hysham. The entire week, in school and at practice, he'd been barking at us about how tough Hysham was, how their program had a strong, winning tradition, how they always competed for the finals. He'd told us to make sure we ate well before the trip, it would be a long bus ride, over two hours. I was excited. I'd asked him more that once that week how far it was. Hysham was a non-district game for us. The first we'd played while I was on the team. It seemed exotic. It was almost the farthest I'd been from home, and certainly the farthest I'd been for a football game. Back then the small-town exodus had just begun to knock a hole in Class C sports. There were still seven teams within a forty-mile radius in our district.<BR/> When the game ended that night, we climbed back on the bus sweaty, bruised, chilled from the October night, but with a new record of 5 and 0. We'd beaten coach's hometown team, and I like to think, made him proud. We'd also changed that old adage, at least for Dennis Hoovestal, and proved that he in fact, could go home again. <BR/> At this point you're probably thinking, "dang, get your own blog!" So I'll quit. I'm sorry for the length, but I thought maybe you would understand. Thanks for stimulating the memory. You have more than just "great captures" going on here.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com