“Good evening, basketball fans …”

After a hiatus of slightly less than a year, I will be back broadcasting high school basketball tonight and Tuesday.

I am doing the boys basketball game between Southwestern, ranked 10th in Division 4 according to the Wisconsin Sports Network, and Cuba City, ranked number one in Division 4. The Cubans’ last loss was the WIAA Division 4 final last year.

Then, on Tuesday, I will be doing the Division 5 regional quarterfinal game between Benton and Potosi. Both games can be heard online at wglr.com (look for Sports Streams).

Both games represent trips in my wayback machine. In my rural newspaper past (as opposed to my rural newspaper present), I was half-owner and editor of the Tri-County Press in Cuba City, which covered the Cuba City, Southwestern and Benton school districts. The Cuba City boys basketball coach was Jerry Petitgoue, one of the winningest coaches in the state. The boys basketball coach is still Jerry Petitgoue, the winningest boys basketball coach in the state. (The Cuba City High School gym is named for him.) He and I were two of the founding members of the City of Presidents Committee, the nation’s longest running bicentennial project.

As for Tuesday’s game, Potosi’s coach is Mike Uppena, formerly a three-year starter for Potosi’s archrival, Cassville. Mike is the son of Dennis Uppena, Cassville’s coach, who has won three state titles in Cassville, with a few state trips, the first including Mike, added in. The first year I encountered Dennis and Mike (and Mike’s older brother, Mark, who coached boys basketball at Lancaster and is now a principal) was 1988, my first year in the work world.

I started my as-needed return to radio last Saturday at the Boscobel Division 3 wrestling regional. (The radio station set it up in great fashion — it covered three regionals, with half an hour at each, starting at 10 a.m. and running until I finally shut up slightly after 5 p.m.) Boscobel is my mother’s alma mater. To think I was calling sports where my mother used to hang out was weird — as weird as when I was announcing basketball games at the old Richland Center High School and its former football field, Krouskop Park, where my father used to hang out.

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