It is a small world…I received an email recently from a player who’s football game I photographed 20 years ago for the Fergus Falls Daily Journal.

Practices are usually uneventful to shoot for the paper. But when I pulled up the pictures on my laptop and saw the ball on a players’ nose, it stood out to me.

Is your son or daughter finishing up their Little League season? Are you wondering where to go from here? Do they have the potential to play high school sports or beyond?

So what is this “Raising Athletes” blog all about? A recent comment on a blog entry questioned why this blog has several entries about Manchester Memorial sports, and fewer Nashua postings. The answer pure and simple - the internet audience is not just Nashua.

I had a headache last night, and ringing in my ears. It didn’t come from my car stereo, and not from cheering on the Red Sox last night. I blame it on the short woman sitting behind me at the Class L Junior Varsity Basketball Tournament yesterday at Manchester West High School.
When I picked out a seat in [...]

Rarely making the sports headlines, and sometimes forgotten about, the class L junior varsity basketball teams will begin a four-day tournament beginning Saturday, March 7, 2009, hosted at Manchester West High School. The single elimination tourney will end Tuesday, March 11, at 7 p.m. with the championship game.
Ranked on top this year is Manchester Memorial, who takes [...]

So what do you get for three bucks these days - one pound of propane to heat my house, a gallon of milk, a subscription to The Telegraph, but not admission into a basketball game at Bishop Guertin High School. That will cost you five BIG ONES.

One of the school budget-trimming proposals out there will eliminate the current junior high athletics as they are today, and replace them with intramural-style sports. After reading a letter sent out to parents of Nashua junior high students (provided to me by a friend), I wondered who is behind this shift - or shaft as many [...]

Twas a week before Christmas and all through our house, not a heater was stirring, for ice coated us now. The dirty wet socks were hung by the wood stove with care, in hopes that PSNH would soon be there.

A Thanksgiving Day without football is like mashed potatoes without the gravy!