By Harry Welty
A while back the
News Tribune ran a story about Mike Randolph. An accompanying picture showed him
standing on the ice looking disheveled and forlorn. Mike, who had been reduced
to turning his son’s bantam team into a substitute for Greyhound hockey, said
his only desire was to get another crack at coaching high school hockey. Any
Last fall, I
suggested to Mike that if he was willing to coach a different high school team
he might be able to stay on as a coach. Mike was so confident of resuming his
East coaching duties that my suggestion became a joke among his buddies. My
suggestion wasn’t just a political deal. I thought Mike could help heal a
divided city. Over the past fifteen years eastern
Well, Mike just got his old job back. I wish him well both for his sake and more importantly for the sake of the boys under his charge. I’ll still need two Christmas wreaths next year. Big ones!
Since the only thing anyone will remember about my eight years on the school board will have to do with East hockey I figure Mike’s reinstatement calls for one more column on the subject.
I was ready to step off the school board last year. In fact, I’d been searching for a replacement for well over two years. The only reason I filed again was because an old nemesis of mine was planning to run for my seat. When that didn’t happen, the only thing that kept me in the race was a desire to see an excess-levy pass. Being a candidate gave me a platform to support a levy.
that the East Hockey fans who had threatened to dump me at the polls kept my
juices flowing. I’m stubborn enough to resist being pushed out the door. Some
The only thing
that appealed to me about campaigning was the prospect of going door to door.
I would have
said something right away when the
So, I wrote a
letter-to-the-editor defending Wentworth and reaffirming my decision to retire
before the School Board was set to reinstate
I didn’t watch the lopsided fight to reinstate Mike on television but I got two calls about it before the meeting was over. Ironically, my letter-to-the-editor was hurled at the Board during the debate by the very person I had prevented from replacing me. Strange bedfellows indeed!
I’ll be damned if I’ll let a political disagreement, even one involving hockey, ruin a friendship. I called up my old buddy Tim Grover before the news. He’s back on the Board now and he also voted wrong. I had planned to call him anyway to offer him tickets that my wife and I couldn’t use. He picked up his phone and said a very cautious “Hehhhllloooo?” You’d have thought I was an armed intruder. “You and your damned caller ID,” I laughed.
Tim was probably expecting a tongue lashing. Instead we had a cordial chat, and he gladly accepted my tickets. We hung up and hurried to our TV’s. We both wanted to see how the hockey reinstatement played on the news.
Welty is a small time political has-been who lets it all hang out at: www.snowbizz.com