This used to be the big night for me. Wisconsinites would understand. Yes, tomorrow, November 21, is the opening of firearms deer hunting season in Wisconsin, and oh boy, do I miss it.

Packerland (Green Bay and the rest of the dairy state) is looking for ways to greet Brett Favre when the Vikings come to Lambeau Field on November 1 to take on the Packers. Personally, I think the Packer fans should all take off their cheese hats, drop their drawers and moon the once-loved-but-not-anymore quarterback.

Can you imagine coaching a high school football team to a 14-0 conference record and still not be illegible to make the playoffs? That’s exactly what happened to the Whitehall (Memorial) High School Norsemen football team in 1979, my junior year.

That’s no Gatorade or Powerade recipe for a sports drink. I’m sure my coaches weren’t thinking of e-coli bacteria, deadly viruses or poisoning when my teammates and I at Whitehall High School in Wisconsin, had to chug water during a break from football practice using an outdoor hose faucet and our football helmets. Looking back [...]

I saw this photo on the Associated Press wire tonight, and I just had to put it up on the blog. Now it’s obvious this gigantic Packers player didn’t ride this tiny bike all the way to practice from his home.

Should a state athletic association of public school sports be allowed to sell rights for one media to cover a high school event, and ban another? That’s exactly what the Wisconsin Interscholastic Athletic Association is trying to do.

No, I didn’t grow up in the “Wild, wild west,” or a third world nation - just a small town in Wisconsin, where nobody thought twice when seeing a teenager carrying a cased rifle to school. I will always be an athlete of the woods, weather carrying a gun, or a camera.

Do you remember your Pop Warner football days, Little League moments or Biddy Basketball games long ago?
I have many memories of my games as a child, and others I covered as a photographer for The Telegraph. Some are good ones, and others I’d rather forget, if I could. For me, it’s not the games themselves that stick in my head, but the events surrounding them. Unfortunately, we don’t get to choose which memories to keep, or forget.

There are many positives to growing up in a small town. The opportunities are more plentiful for athletes where the populations are larger, but the sense of community and closeness of friendships is stronger where I grew up, in Whitehall, Wisconsin.