Independence for Feehan, but old problems remain.

Bishop Feehan High School athletics are about to head into an era of independence.

When I was a mere 7 years old, freshly attending the late and lamented Dominican Academy elementary school in Plainville, my parents brought me to the open house for the brand-new Bishop Feehan High School in Attleboro. I remember walking with them into the gymnasium and thinking that this was the largest building I had ever seen in my young life.

Those of you that know Feehan, which still exists today in the same tidy footprint along Holcott Drive, are well aware that Feehan's gymnasium is actually one of the smallest in our area. Therein lies a great explanation of the concept of situational perspective.

But in many ways, Bishop Feehan is among the giants of parochial education in this commonwealth. With a current enrollment of 1,086 students, Feehan is definitely the healthiest of the remaining Catholic schools in southeastern Massachusetts -- a region that has seen the demise of several schools over the 50 years in which I've been involved in covering local sports, including Taunton's Coyle and Cassidy High School, Fall River's Bishop Connolly High School and Kingston's Sacred Heart High School in recent years, and others absolutely no one would remember.

But maybe Feehan is too healthy for its own good. 

Once again, Feehan is a school in search of a home athletic league. Starting with the spring 2026-27 season, Feehan will leave the Catholic Central League to operate as an independent. The Attleboro school will maintain membership in the CCL in boys' and girls' hockey, boys' and girls' golf and cheer, and will hope to maintain many of the relationships in other sports that have developed since joining the league in the 2020-21 campaign. But otherwise, the welcome mat will be open to any schools wishing to add Feehan as a non-league opponent to their schedules -- and that may not be as easy as it sounds.

In a meeting Wednesday of the MIAA Board of Directors in Franklin, Bishop Feehan was granted an opportunity to make that effort a little easier. The school was granted exclusionary status beginning with the 2026-27 season -- which means schools can add Feehan to bump up their schedules a notch.

MIAA Rule 34.1.3 notes that "member schools may exceed the maximum number of season competitions by two ... when scheduling contests with the approved exclusion schools. Excluded schools are only allowed to play the maximum number of seasonal competitions and may compete against each other. All game exclusion contests will count in tournament qualification and ranking/seeding system." 

That's not as sweet a deal as it used to be; when the exclusionary status was first established, schools that added exclusion schools didn't have to count those games toward tournament qualification. So you could add a big school to your schedule, take a beating, but it didn't hurt your seeding and the kids could not only benefit from the challenge, they could also have the stats from an extra game or two. But now, you can play 22 basketball games if you so choose, but those extra games will affect your power ranking.

Feehan is now one of 17 exclusion schools. They hold that status for two years, and will have to re-apply to the MIAA every two years.

Reasons for Feehan's departure from the CCL are varied, depending upon who's doing the talking. 

"It was approved by our league unanimously to give us relief because they're double the size of all the schools in our league, and we were finding that the games weren't competitive, especially at the JV and freshman levels," Arlington Catholic athletic director Dan Shine told the Boston Globe after the MIAA meeting Wednesday.

But when asked by the Boston Herald if he felt his school had been divorced by the CCL because of its size and health, Feehan AD Christian Schatz tried to downplay any notions that a schism had erupted in the CCL.

"We want to keep that relationship up, and we are going to," Schatz said of the membership in four sports and cheer. "This decision really checks all the boxes for us. We wanted to be able to choose the best option for all of our athletes and families. Keeping the relationship with the CCL while allowing some of our programs on the independent side and out of league schedules was something that seems to the best option overall."

There is definitely truth to Feehan's growing domination of the CCL. The second-largest school in the CCL is Archbishop Williams of Braintree at 568 students, 518 fewer than Feehan. Following behind in order are Bishop Stang of Dartmouth (554), St. Mary's of Lynn (526), Arlington Catholic (499), Cardinal Spellman of Brockton (479), Bishop Fenwick of Peabody (458) and Cathedral of Boston (276), which is rarely subjected to full league schedules because of the disparate size.

Feehan's enrollment has steadily increased in recent years, while almost all of the aforementioned schools' numbers have shrunk. Feehan also has a very successful approach to fundraising, which has resulted in expansion and renovation of the McGrath Stadium/Beach Field complex and construction of a practice gym and extensive fitness facility, as well as significant improvements to the academic footprint.

I also had been told by a very good source that the expense and time of travel, and unsatisfactory competition at the sub-varsity levels, played significant roles in Feehan's decision. Feehan has already been adding a lot of local schools' junior varsity and freshman/froshmore teams to its schedules because the competition just wasn't there in the CCL. 

But has Feehan's bullish approach to growth been a curse as well as a blessing? Feehan has clearly outgrown its fellow regional Catholics, but the Shamrocks still aren't a good fit for the natural next level up, the Catholic Conference, which is the home of the last bastions of single-sex education that crank out powerhouse athletic teams year after year, season after season.

One of Feehan's finest, Katie Nelson (2).

Feehan's enrollment is not exactly 50-50 between the sexes; there are a larger number of girls in the school. Not only would the girls' programs be woefully underserved by membership in the Catholic Conference, that would also put Feehan's male athletes at a significant disadvantage in daily battle with the 1,124 boys at Boston College High School, 1,119 boys at St. John's Prep, 737 at Xaverian Brothers, 726 at St. John's of Shrewsbury and 455 at Catholic Memorial. Only Malden Catholic, with a total enrollment of 867, is co-educational -- and Malden Catholic operates as if it is two separate schools under one roof.

(Blogger's note: Feehan football players might quibble with that supposition given their recent three-touchdown win over BC High. I'd gently remind them of the result of their opener against Xaverian to add perspective.)

If you go to the MIAA website and seek enrollment figures that are easily understandable, good luck to you. For purposes of divisional alignment, the MIAA actually doubles the number for the single-sex schools -- what it calls "modifiers" -- to reflect the supposed level of competition as opposed to co-ed schools or publics. Vocational schools are modified as well, but to place them in lower divisions. That's been in effect for some time, and it was basically adopted here as it is in some other states because public schools were howling about how unfair it was to be facing private schools that could draw their athletes from wide geographical areas. Personally, I've always thought that was discriminatory, particularly against Catholic education, but no one has ever challenged the practice.

And as for the female athletes, there is a girls' version of the Catholic Conference, and it contains Malden Catholic, Fontbonne Academy, Ursuline Academy and Notre Dame Academy of Hingham. Obviously, Feehan girls' basketball coach Amy Dolores would have her work cut out for her to create a challenging schedule for her three-time state Division 1 finalists with just those schools as her foundation.

In many ways, all of the machinations are not unusual for Bishop Feehan. Since its founding in 1961, Feehan has never really had a comfortable and equitable league affiliation.

Its first association was with the Bristol County League, whose members included Durfee, New Bedford, Attleboro, Taunton, North Attleboro, Bishop Stang and what was then called New Bedford Vocational. That lasted for about a decade, but in the early 1970s, a mega-league called the Southeastern Massachusetts Conference was formed, promising divisional play based upon enrollments and equitable competition between foes of like size and mission.

More than 35 schools leaped at the opportunity to build a better mousetrap at first. But cracks in the SMC's armor appeared quickly. Yearly realignments were annoying to athletic directors trying to plot their schedules for the future. Many schools didn't like where they were placed, claiming that regional rivalries suffered. And some were suspicious of the more successful Catholics like Feehan and Coyle, or felt out of place among the larger schools like Attleboro, Taunton and Dartmouth. Gradually, schools started to drift away in search of a less chaotic environment.

Finally, in 1986, the SMC imploded. With its promises unfulfilled, many of its divisions broke away to form their own leagues, including the South Coast Conference, the Patriot League and altered versions of the South Shore League and the Cape & Islands League that took in SMC stragglers near their regions.

And then there was the League for Little (and Big) Wanderers, the schools that nobody wanted. Attleboro, Feehan, Coyle-Cassidy, Somerset, Dartmouth, Bishop Stang and Martha's Vineyard joined together in an unholy alliance called the Eastern Athletic Conference that somehow lasted 34 years -- large schools playing below their capabilities, small schools trying to compete with the big boys, and everyone hating the successful Catholics.

Gradually, schools found other options, dropping off one-by-one -- until, at the end of 2020, Feehan and Stang put the last nail in the EAC's coffin by joining the Catholic Central League. Coyle-Cassidy was the last remaining EAC member at that point -- and it never played in another league, the Taunton school sadly closing its doors before the 2020-21 school year.

Feehan will seek new visitors to its gym.

And now, Feehan's basically in the same boat. The Shamrocks will proudly march into uncharted territory as an independent after a very gradual grace period.

This could open the door for Feehan to reach out to schools from the region's most successful league, the Hockomock League, its communities including many whose athletes are drawn away to Bishop Feehan on a steady basis.

I have stood almost alone for the last 50 years as having advocated for Bishop Feehan to join the Hockomock League. And for almost every minute of that time, I've been met with vehement objections from old-school athletic directors and coaches who do not want a Catholic school in their midst. 

They can recruit, claim the nay-sayers. They can take away our best athletes! We can't compete with their promises and how they can draw athletes from so many towns!

Well, they have a point. Bishop Feehan does have a large reach, even larger than before with the demise of Coyle-Cassidy. They even pluck some talented athletes out of Rhode Island, which is Christian charity at its finest.

A look at the current football roster lends credence to those arguments. There are 17 athletes from North Attleboro, six from Attleboro, six from Easton (Oliver Ames HS), three from Foxboro, two from Mansfield, two from Plainville and one apiece from Canton, Norfolk and Wrentham. I don't doubt that Mike Strachan looks at that number and wonders how some of those could have been incorporated into his North Attleboro roster, but at the same time, I don't see KP's Brian Lee (four athletes), Mansfield's Mike Redding (two) and Foxboro's Jack Martinelli (three) sweating much over their departures, given the success of their own programs.

Obviously, North Attleboro is stung in almost all sports. Attleboro and Mansfield lose far fewer than they once did. And while Norton may seem to have a gripe, many of those young men might have ended up at Coyle-Cassidy before Feehan.

And to be honest, many of our local public schools offer better facilities than Feehan can. Attleboro has a gleaming new high school. Mansfield has maintained its school well and has recently upgraded almost all of its facilities. And the first shovels will go into the ground in June for a new North Attleboro High School that will serve academics and athletics equally well. 

Having lived all my life around here, and maybe missing out on a Feehan education because the nuns at Dominican Academy thought I was too rambunctious to be a good little Catholic boy, I still had a terrific relationship with Feehan over my 40-plus years at The Sun Chronicle, and I still do. Yes, there have been a few blips and hiccups where Feehan had to be reminded of its athletic/academic mission and not fall into the habits that may characterize some other parochial schools in the state, but I believe Feehan conducts itself with honor even while having to attract students from many communities for its many benefits -- and remain solvent at the same time.

I still think Feehan would make a good member of the Hockomock League. It would be outstanding in some sports, and not as good in others. It wouldn't be a constant champion up and down the board, but at the same time, it also wouldn't have to take sabbaticals from some league sports because it couldn't handle the competition, as some league members have had to do. I see it as a living validation of that old Klingon proverb: "Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer." Want to promote your own programs? Beat the teams from Feehan.

But I just don't see it happening. The Hockomock's expansion of about 15 years ago resulted in a pretty good 12-team mix, although I still think the league should have served the smaller schools in the league a little better than it did by bringing in huge schools Taunton and Attleboro and Central Mass. power Milford. If somehow the hesitance of adding a Catholic school could be overcome, and I'm not sure it could, the Hockomock might feel equally inclined to add another school to maintain the balance, and 14 schools might be too many -- especially in a time when the MIAA has reduced schedule limits in some sports, making a 19-game regular season unworkable in divisional play.

Of course, I can think of one or two current members that might be better served to walk away from the Hockomock these days -- but I'll keep the identities of those to myself.

I wish Feehan a lot of luck as it embarks upon this chapter in its athletic odyssey. Hopefully, I'll still be around, calling some of the Shamrocks' games, for several more years before I turn off my headset and microphone. It's my fervent wish that Feehan will have a suitable home league and won't always have to go it alone -- but at the very least, I hope going independent will make it possible for Feehan to play a lot more games against the schools in its immediate neighborhood.

I just covered a Feehan homecoming, and who knows? Maybe this can be a homecoming of another sort.

MARK FARINELLA might have attended Bishop Feehan if the principal of Dominican Academy hadn't threatened his parents with sending him to a Catholic boys' school in Sharon that served as something of a correctional facility. Contact him at theownersbox2020@gmail.com.

This post was edited with new information and clarifications at 9 a.m. Oct. 9, 2025.

Ponderous thoughts I was pondering ...

No, these aren't the King Philip Warriors. They're the Edmonton Elks of the CFL.

Ponderous thoughts I was pondering after wiping a few tears from my eyes while watching Jimmy Kimmel's sincere and emotional monologue upon returning to the ABC airwaves last night ... 

** Big changes are coming north of the border, as the Canadian Football League will be making some radical alterations to their peculiar brand of pigskin coming soon.

The most noticeable change will be in the fields themselves. The CFL, over the next two years, will reduce the size of their fields in the hope that a shorter playing surface will spur the teams into scoring more touchdowns, and fewer field goals.

Instead of the current 110-yard layout -- and who wasn't just a little puzzled by that yard line marked "C" on those fields? -- the CFL field will be reduced to the American distance of 100 yards. And the CFL end zones, currently an expansive 20 yards each, will be trimmed to 15 yards each. That's still plenty of room for a spritely wide receiver to run around in all day until he gets open for his quarterback, but the field-goal kickers will hate it. The CFL will also move the goal posts from the goal line to the end line. 

So, if your team stalls at the 20-yard line, your kicker will no longer have a 27-yard chip shot to post three points on the board. And unlike American football, where that kick covers 37 yards to be successful, the extra yardage will make the CFL kick traverse 42 yards.

Those are huge changes for the CFL, which has jealously guarded its uniqueness since its founding in 1958. But it's not the first time that our neighbors from the Great White North have had to fool around with field dimensions.

Back in the early 1990s, before the CFL and NFL finally reached a cooperative agreement that pumped much-needed revenue into the former (and basically saved it from oblivion), the Canadians get the bright idea that the path to salvation was to expand southward -- to establish CFL franchises in American cities that were unserved or lesser served by the NFL and hopefully seize upon the apparent thirst for more football that was sweeping our nation.

The first such effort came in the 1993 founding of the Sacramento Gold Miners in California's state capital. The next year, three other American cities joined the mix -- but as a result of shaky finances, facility issues and tepid fan interest, teams moved from city to city willy-nilly before the expansion effort was scrapped after the 1995 season.

Baltimore QB Tracy Ham led a winner.

By the time this grand experiment ended, CFL teams had played from home bases in seven American cities -- Sacramento, Baltimore (which had just lost the Colts to Indianapolis), Las Vegas, Memphis, Birmingham, Shreveport and San Antonio. Plans to add five more teams (including Milwaukee, Houston and Miami) were scrapped when the expansion bubble popped.

Only one of those teams, the Baltimore Stallions, accomplished anything. Originally named the "CFL Colts" but forced to shed that identity by the NFL, the Stallions averaged nearly 30,000 fans a game at the old Memorial Stadium and won the Grey Cup championship in 1995. When expansion pooped the bed at the end of that season, most of that team's organization was shipped up to Montreal to undertake the revival of the Alouettes franchise, which had been discontinued.

Many of you may not know this, but there was a brief flirtation with Foxboro Stadium as a potential CFL host site. But no matter how they tried, they just couldn't find a way to squeeze anything close to a regulation CFL field (especially its 65-foot width) into that small footprint without demolishing parts of the stands on all four sides. As it was, four of the teams playing in the U.S. had to play with shorter end zones because the stadiums could not accommodate 150 yards of playing surface from endline to endline. 

There will be a few more changes to the CFL game once these are implemented. The between-plays play clock will be increased from 20 to 35 seconds, and the beloved "rouge" -- the one-point benefit for kicking the ball out of the opponent's end zone, will become much harder to achieve. Someone will actually have to field a missed field goal or a punt in the end zone and take a knee to get one lousy point. 

But there will still be only three downs instead of four, 12 players on the field for each team, and the chaos of unlimited motion before the snap. Pass the Labatt's and the poutine! It will still be recognizable as the CFL, eh?

It has not been said whether all of this will change again once Donald Trump makes Canada the 51st U.S. state. Maybe the next step will be a franchise in Greenland.

** My favorite moment of Jimmy Kimmel's monologue on Tuesday was when he said he had been asked by Disney to read a statement. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a note, looked at the camera and said with a straight face, "To re-activate your Disney-Plus and Hulu account ..." 

Priceless.

Oh, and I did pick up on Kimmel's reference to another famous moment in late-night talk show history, when his first words to the audience were "As I was saying before I was interrupted ..."

On March 7, 1960, "Tonight" host Jack Paar returned to the NBC stage after a month's absence, having walked off his show in protest over the network's censors cutting off a telecast because of a joke that included a reference to a W.C. (water closet, otherwise known as bathroom). It took a month of very public negotiations for Paar to return, and those were the exact same words he said when he stepped through the curtain to begin his monologue.

Drake Maye: He's improving.

** Please, people, enough with all this panic over Drake Maye and the Patriots' 1-2 start. It's way too early to jump off the Zakim Bridge.

Yes, that was a pretty bad performance on Sunday against the Steelers, sloppy and a little on the undisciplined side. But you must remember, Bill Belichick was 5-11 in his first season with the Patriots. Nothing good happens overnight.

It has been my experience to see that young players improve significantly between their first and second years in the league. Maye has done that. The rest of the team has to catch up, and this is with an entirely new coaching staff. To me, the entire operation appeared to be more organized and more proficient than it was a year ago. Let it all come together.

Tom Brady isn't walking through that door. And if he was, he'd be wearing Armani and Ray-Bans -- and would still be part-owner of the Las Vegas Raiders.

Matt Patricia was never this close.

** Speaking of Bill Belichick, how embarrassing must it be to be him? His North Carolina team absolutely sucks and he looks like a fool to have his granddaughter -- er, his young girlfriend, Jordon Hudson, racing over to comfort him at the end of each miserable loss.

Oh, to be a fly on the wall in those meetings of the UNC regents, when someone says, "What the hell did we spent all this money for, to get some geriatric fool who keeps his hot young piece of (expletive deleted) on the sidelines?" While that may be a bit of a knee-jerk reaction, I have to wonder if those with less of a fixation on Ms. Hudson's physiology might be wondering if indeed, the one-time greatest coach of all time has lost his marbles. Ask someone that watched the Patriots over his post-Brady tenure, and they knew all along that North Carolina was getting less than advertised.

And let's face it. The 2000-18 Bill Belichick would not have had his wife or girlfriend on the sidelines with him to usher him off the field. 

Try retirement on for size, Bill. It's far less stressful. And while it may cost you the hot young piece of whatever, maybe Linda Holliday will take you back. At least she's more age-appropriate.

** I'm not ashamed to admit that I voted for Kamala Harris in the last election. I would have voted for a roast beef sandwich from Arby's if I thought it had a chance to defeat Donald Trump and prevent what our nation is going through at this very moment.

Harris' tell-all book is bad for her party.

But I am not a fan of the former vice president trashing her party in her recently published book, a diary of her brief time on the campaign trail after replacing President Biden at the top of the ticket. Any thought that she could return as the Democrats' nominee in 2028 have been dismissed upon her admission that she dismissed Pete Buttigieg as a potential vice-presidential nominee because she believed that a ticket with a black woman and a gay man could not beat Trump.

She may have been correct -- intolerance was definitely a key factor in the 2024 election -- but that's not the sort of thing that Democrats need to hear or to speak out loud as they seek unity and strength to mount the most important challenge ever to a sitting president (and yes, I believe that if Trump is still alive, he will try to run again in 2028).

By the way, at the same time Jimmy Kimmel was returning to the airwaves on Tuesday, Stephen Colbert had California Gov. Gavin Newsom as his guest. I was able to catch about half of the interview, and it was clear that Newsom is preparing for a run as a centrist candidate for the presidency -- not necessarily rejecting the Democrats' left-wing power brokers, but trying to open the doors to those on the right that have grown weary of Trump's politics of vengeance.

I'm not necessarily enamored with Newsom -- after all, he was married to Kimberly Guilfoyle for five years, which could indicate a lapse in judgment -- but given that the electorate is still reluctant to elect a qualified woman, and some of the Dems' most qualified individuals are seen as too progressive to make inroads in the red states, he may be emerging as the front-runner for the nomination this early in the process. What he says, and how he intends to reach out to supporters and detractors alike, is of great importance to our nation.

That is, of course, if Trump doesn't invoke martial law before then, and suspend all elections to facilitate his coronation. 

Bill Parcells

** I was not able to attend the ceremony in which Bill Parcells and Julian Edelman were inducted into the Patriots Hall of Fame, but I did listen in my car through the magic of streaming audio. I am very glad to see that the angst over Parcells' departure to the New York Jets has finally given way to a full appreciation of his value to the health, welfare and future of a moribund franchise that was destined to depart for elsewhere.

It was very poignant when Parcells said to the assembled crowd that he would always have warm memories of his time here, and that in retrospect, maybe there were some things that he could have done differently at the time. Personally, I believe there were things others should have done to facilitate the desired result as well, but that's all water under the bridge. The fact is, I'm glad that Parcells lived long enough (and me as well) to experience the moment when those "others" acknowledged that they could have done things better as well.

** There will be a good game on North TV's Community Channel this Friday as the 3-0 King Philip Warriors visit the 3-0 Foxboro Warriors at Jack Martinelli Field, a 7 p.m. start. The game will also be fed to cable systems in Wrentham and Norfolk as well as to North Attleboro and Plainville, and streamed at community.northtv.net.

These teams always seem to be unbeaten or close to it when they meet for their annual non-league contest. Doesn't matter if they're not in the same Hockomock League division, they play like it's for all the marbles. Join Del Malloy and me for all the action if you can.

Until next we meet, then ...

MARK FARINELLA, a long-time fan of CFL football, is happy that the King Philip Warriors wear uniforms that resemble those of the old Edmonton Eskimos (now Elks). Contact him at theownersbox2020@gmail.com, eh?

Darkest before the dawn, but the late-night talk shows persist.

Jimmy Kimmel's late-night show returns to the airwaves on Tuesday night.

The good news of the day came at mid-afternoon today, when the Disney folks announced that Jimmy Kimmel was going to return to his late night talk-show on ABC on Tuesday of this week, his suspension for comments made in the wake of the assassination of right-wing firebrand Charlie Kirk apparently served.

Kimmel is not my first choice for late-night entertainment, but he has been a solid second in my book to Stephen Colbert's show on CBS. Sadly, and it's sad because I have been an ardent fan of NBC's Tonight Show since Jack Paar hosted it in the early 1960s (I'll explain later), Jimmy Fallon's version is a distant third. In fact, I'd rank Seth Meyers' Late Night show in the 12:30 a.m. slot on NBC ahead of the suck-up fest that Fallon has turned Tonight into.

Late night TV has been a staple of my existence since I was a wee child. I've always been somewhat of a night owl, and there were many times over my formative years when I knew I could sneak into the "television room" of our house, find my parents sound asleep in their chairs, and I could sit in front of the 25-inch General Electric TV and watch the near-neurotic Paar, his sidekick Hugh Downs (later of "20/20" fame), and their stable of celebrities.

Johnny Carson was political at times.

When Paar imploded and NBC plucked a rising talent named Johnny Carson off a game show that aired afternoons on ABC (it was originally called, "Do You Trust Your Wife," I believe), I was there to see it happen. For years, Carson was the only game in town -- and those who bemoan his departure by claiming he was never political, that's just not true. Johnny had his moments, especially during the final death throes of the Nixon presidency. But it didn't seem in those days that political discourse needed to be the staple of entertainment. Nixon certainly provided the fodder for comedians, but at the time, it seemed as if he was a mere anomaly in American governance -- and once he was gone, we'd all get back to normal.

Sadly, that was just the tip of the iceberg. Today, our government is stacked from top to bottom with crooks, racists, misogynists, xenophobes and reprobates. Instead of the best and brightest, this nation has put the worst and darkest into its highest offices. And among many in media and entertainment that have attempted to stem the tide, individuals such as Colbert, Kimmel and Meyers on network TV and John Oliver and Jon Stewart on cable offerings have advanced to the front line of our defense.

And now, Donald Trump is trying to rid us of them all. 

Our dear Orange Führer isn't doing it with his lame executive orders, but he has figured out how to use leverage to get what he wants. In recent months, both Paramount, which owns CBS, and Disney/ABC required federal approval of deals that would result in huge mergers of media companies. And since both required the approval of the Federal Communications Commission because the mergers involved over-the-air broadcasters (cable companies and streaming services are not governed the same way), Trump could exert influence by sending his lapdogs out (such as FCC chairman Brendan Carr) to threaten the networks and their parent companies with holding up or nixing the deals if they didn't get Trump's harshest critics off the air.

Colbert: Canceled.

So in May, we learned that Colbert's Late Show on CBS would be canceled following 10 years as the successor to David Letterman at the end of a year's time. Almost immediately, Paramount's merger with Skydance was approved. Paramount's excuse was that the Late Show was losing millions of dollars. The Late Show, meanwhile, was the highest rated of all the late-night offerings.

And then ABC used Kimmel's monologue of a week ago, maybe a little insensitive in content immediately following the shooting death of Kirk in Utah, as an excuse to placate the enraged MAGAts by suspending the host of 20 years "indefinitely." I've heard those comments over and over, and I have yet to hear exactly what warranted his suspension.

But then again, I've bitten my own tongue countless times in recent days, holding back my true feelings about the late Charlie Kirk -- partly out of respect for the dead, partly out of fear of retribution in some manner or another. And I will continue to do so.

I will say this much. This country was founded upon the premise that free speech, especially about topics of political import or governance, was absolutely essential in the quest to create a truly free society. It was so important to the Founding Fathers, they made it the first official alteration of the document they created to govern our nation.

In my mind, there's free speech, and there's irresponsible free speech. Both are protected by the First Amendment to the Constitution, and no one deserves to lose their lives over their opinions -- no matter how reprehensible they may be. An assassin's bullet was the ultimate transgression, and cannot be accepted as anything but that. 

But at the same time, a president that instructs his minions to attack, restrict and even incarcerate his critics in media and entertainment, calling their commentary "illegal" even though it fairly reflects assessments of the outrageously miserable results of his presidency, is just as guilty of violating the rights of Americans that count every day upon the protection of the nation's laws as a deranged young man on a rooftop with a rifle.

I'd like to think that Disney/ABC had a sudden attack of testicular fortitude in its decision to reinstate Kimmel. More likely, however, it was the bottom line. Disney stock lost billions of dollars of value in the wake of Kimmel's suspension, and individual customers tied up the phone lines for hours canceling their subscriptions to the streaming service Disney+. This will not please the Orange Führer, and while I have yet to see any comments from him while I'm writing this, I can't wait to read the latest eruption of Mount Mango on "Truth Social."

At least something good has come of this, however. As the only one of the four late-night shows that is based in Hollywood, Kimmel gets better A-list entertainment guests. Especially when Marvel has a new movie out, as Marvel is a part of the Disney empire, the casts will always appear together on Kimmel's show. Colbert's shows tend to be a little more political or highbrow in nature, and sometimes, you just need a little more good, old-fashioned entertainment. And Fallon has made a silly circus out of the format, which makes me regret even more that NBC couldn't have had the stones to keep Conan O'Brien in the job.

Meyers: Fellow Wildcat.

But when it comes to powerful political commentary mixed expertly with humor, Kimmel holds his own with the brilliance of Colbert and Meyers. The latter two both graduated from Northwestern University, where brilliance comes naturally -- and, coincidentally, it also happens to be the alma mater of the author of this blog. In any event, Kimmel is always a solid option for my late-night viewing.

There has been talk that the future of talk shows of this sort may not rest with the over-the-air networks at all. Perhaps some benefactor could opt to create a new entertainment network, and that operation could use talents like Colbert, Kimmel, Meyers and O'Brien as anchors of a streaming service that wouldn't be beholding to the FCC.

Maybe all this won't be necessary once Trump is out of office and remembered only as a rank shitstain on the clean white sheets of America. But the Orange Führer's plans are to install himself as the first American king, the Constitution be damned. So if these next few years are going to be trying times for our nation, I'd rather be led by individuals that can plainly state that the emperor has no clothes -- and make me laugh while they're doing it.

We're going to need the laughter.

MARK FARINELLA wrote for 42 years for The Sun Chronicle of Attleboro, Mass., but he always wanted to host his own talk show. That's what "The Owner's Box" is for. Contact him at theownersbox2020@gmail.com.

Past and present merge at a Cape Cod cemetery.

The Shaw family in 1955; from left, Elaine, Lillie, Huck and Bob.

North Falmouth has always been a special place for me. It was a vacation spot, a getaway destination and even a personal sanctuary for almost half of my life.

In fact, it was where I was awakened to the sound of fighter jets going to afterburners early on a Tuesday morning in September almost a quarter-century ago, their destination being the airspace around Manhattan to protect a nation under attack.

I was in North Falmouth again Thursday morning, the 24th anniversary of the terrorist attacks upon the twin towers of the World Trade Center in New York and the Pentagon in Washington, D.C., and the purpose was to mourn a beloved relative. Thursday morning was eerily similar to Tuesday, Sept. 11, 2001 -- almost unseasonably warm temperatures under a cloudless blue sky. It's as if the fates conspired to replicate the conditions of that near-perfect day when the jets took off from what's now called Joint Base Cape Cod (then Otis Air Force Base), only a few miles from the vacation home of my closest friend, for which I had the privilege of being an occasional caretaker when my friend was unable to be in residence there.

Robert Francis Shaw (1936-2025)

Thusday, the purpose was to say goodbye to my 89-year-old first cousin, Robert Francis Shaw, the son of my aunt, Lillie Farinella Shaw. If that name sounds familiar to residents of my hometown, it should. For many years, she and her son were owners of Shaw's Sporting Goods on North Main Street, a retail store that also served as a supplier of athletic equipment to many local high schools and colleges. That store still exists, in another location on Mansfield's main street and under different ownership as Grogan-Marciano Sporting Goods.

Bob Shaw was a good man, a kind and unfailingly honest man, as his eldest son Robert remarked during the funeral service at St. Elizabeth Ann Seton Church in the Old Silver Beach area of North Falmouth. And he was a great friend and almost a surrogate son to my own father during an important time in both of their lives.

My aunt, Bob's mother, was the eldest of the five children of Carmelo and Gandolfa Farinella, who came to America from Palermo, Sicily, at the turn of the 20th century to seek a better life. Carmelo ran a bakery in the North End of Mansfield for many years, and his eldest sons (Santino, Frank, Tony) would hop on bicycles and deliver fresh bread to customers throughout the area. But in 1936, my uncle Sannie decided that the bakery life was not for him, and he opened a small clothing store on North Main Street named after him. In the years that followed, all four of the Farinella brothers (including the much-younger Charlie) would be involved in an enterprise that would become one of the town's most successful retail stores until its closing after more than 55 years in business.

Around the same time, Lillie's husband, a fellow named Huck Shaw, opened a small sporting goods store in close proximity to Sannie's on North Main Street. As I mentioned, that store became the go-to supplier of athletic equipment to schools throughout a wide swath of southeastern Massachusetts and neighboring Rhode Island.

Tragedy struck the Shaw family when Huck was killed in an automobile accident on U.S. 1 in Plainville in the late 1940s, when Bob was just reaching his teen years. Lillie took over the operation of the sporting goods store -- somewhat of a pioneer for women in business in that era -- and Bob came into the fold after his graduation from Mansfield High in 1955.

The business continued to thrive out of the tiny storefront on North Main across from Sannie's (now occupied in expanded form by Jodice Builders), and it was truly a family operation -- Lillie handling the books, Bob growing into a leadership role as the years passed, and his sister Elaine (a pioneering athlete at Mansfield High long before anyone even thought of the necessity of Title IX) behind the cash register.

Elaine would also die far too young and under tragic circumstances, leaving behind a daughter (Edon, who is now a pilot for Southwest Airlines). And as the 1970s approached, Bob found himself seeking change in his life.

He was married with two boys, but I believe he missed the influence of a father in his life. He may have found that in my father, who was just 17 years older than Bob, but with a wealth of life experience to share with someone willing to tap into it.

At this point, you may ask why my father needed a surrogate son with one of his own. It's a good question. I think the answer is that at an early age, my father and I started to have different life goals and interests.

I had broken away from the Catholic Church early in my teens, freed from the daily trauma of the repressive approach to education and maturation I experienced at Dominican Academy in Plainville. But my father was intensely devout -- and while he grew more aware of and disgusted by the abuses of faith that festered in the church, especially when nearby cases of sexual assault were exposed to the public, he still felt an obligation to worship in accordance to his personal belief in God, and my rejection of the dogma disappointed him.

I also never displayed any inclination to follow in his footsteps and join the Sannie's family as a potential second-generation owner. I had wanted to be a writer from an early age, and that was set in stone the moment I walked into the offices of the Mansfield News in August 1969 and told Howard Fowler, the editor, that I was the answer to his difficulties in finding a reliable high school sports reporter.

It's not that my father was disappointed at that; in fact, I clearly remember the pride in his eyes when he read the first article I had published in the town's weekly newspaper. But very few of the Farinella offspring showed any interest in continuing the store's operation and legacy into the future, and indeed, that may have been a huge factor in the store's closing upon the retirements of my father and my uncle Charlie.

So, with me doing my thing and raising my flag of independence, Bob Shaw and my father struck up a relationship that was mutually beneficial to both.

Having been diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes (which claimed my grandfather's life), my father found a kindred spirit in the quest for physical fitness in my cousin. He and Bob started a regimen of jogging; they would schedule long cross-country runs through the ancient trails up and down Taylor's Hill -- a picturesque trek through the virtually unspoiled Great Woods before Interstate 495 plowed through them years later. 

I actually ran those trails with my dad once, when I was still fit enough to do it, but it was a disaster. Tony and I became competitive and we turned it into a race for personal supremacy, and we were both so exhausted at the end, it became clear that I would not be a suitable running partner going forward. My father and Bob were never competitors during their runs.

About the same time, my father saw the need for additional income if he was going to put me through college, and thus save me the agony of having to pay college loans for decades. He and Bob came up with a life-changing solution; they took courses at the Lee Institute and got their licenses to sell real estate, and their successes at this "side job" have a lasting legacy in the Northwestern University degree that hangs in the middle of the awards wall in my home.

Bob Shaw, however, embraced it as more than simply a side job.

By 1973, he sold the sporting goods store to Peter Marciano, the brother of Rocky, the late heavyweight boxing champion of the world. Marciano would move the store to the site of the former Fuller's hardware store across from the North Common, and then take on former Patriots' quarterback Steve Grogan as a partner sometime later. Of course, I covered Steve's exploits for much of his career, and many years later, I got the opportunity to explain to Steve my family's background in his store while we sat at a US Airways gate at Philadelphia International Airport, waiting to board a connecting flight to Buffalo. 

Bob seized the moment to begin his own real estate business, and he moved his family to North Falmouth and became quite successful at it.

Still, one of my happiest memories of Bob came from his time in charge of the little store across the street from Sannie's. 

I had just made the varsity baseball team in the spring of 1970, and I needed to get some equipment. The staples such as jock straps and sanitary socks were easy to find in the retail store, but as I tried to find a bat to my liking, Bob noticed that I wasn't finding what I wanted among those on display.

"Come with me," he said, and he led me down the narrow stairway to a dungeon-like basement beneath the storefront. This was where he stored all the supplies usually earmarked for the schools that the company supplied.

Among the glistening new Louisville Sluggers in multiple boxes, I found the bat of my dreams. It was a 34-ounce Dick McAuliffe model, the bat designed for the former Detroit Tigers shortstop who eventually played for the Red Sox. It was long, probably too heavy by modern standards, and had a sanded-down knob at the bottom, which made it easier to find a place to choke up on the bat while swinging without having the protruding knob rub against your forearm. I asked Bob how much it cost; he said, "Forget it. It's yours." 

The A2000 -- still perfect after 55 years.

Grateful as I was, my attention was suddenly captured by a sight of beauty. Sitting on a shelf near the bat boxes was a glorious baseball glove -- the Wilson A2000, the flagship product of that famed American company. The A2000 was the most-used glove in the majors at the time, it cost the huge sum of $75 (the equivalent of $662 today) and it came in many iterations -- shorter webbing area for infielders, longer for outfielders -- and the one on the shelf had the largest webbing area of them all. Knowing that my fielding skills were suspect at best, I knew I would need all the help I could get from a glove. I pulled it from the shelf and slipped it over my left hand, and I knew I had to own it.

I turned to Bob, and said, "Bob, I know you can't give me this glove for free. I wouldn't ask for that. I don't have $75 right now, but I swear to you I will pay it if I can have it. I absolutely have to have this glove." I reached into my wallet and pulled out three $10 bills, the product of a just-cashed check from the Mansfield News, to show my intentions.

Bob smiled and said, "Half-price." 

That glove is still mine. I used it (but didn't overuse it) in my struggles through two varsity baseball seasons and three in American Legion ball in Foxboro. It was later used for intramurals at Northwestern, beer-league softball in Attleboro, and later, for tossing the ball around with my friend's son in their North Falmouth yard. Now, it sits next to me at my desk as I type this. Its leather is still as soft and supple as the day it emerged from the Shaw's Sporting Goods basement in my hands. Wilson still makes the A2000 and they sell for around $300, but I've tried the newer ones on -- and aside from a little more padding in a few places, my glove is still superior to those.

I also thought I still had the bat, too. But after I told that story to Bob's younger son, Tommy, following Thursday's graveside ceremony, I recalled that I broke the Dick McAuliffe Louisville Slugger during a Legion game -- bad swing, barely put the ball into play, and I was entirely heartbroken upon its loss. I went home and sawed off the little knob at the bottom to save as a souvenir, but I don't know what happened to that.

Over the years, I would occasionally run into Bob during my vacations in North Falmouth -- usually at the small diner called "Talk of the Town" on Route 28A where I frequently breakfasted during vacation weeks or quick winter getaways. And on one of my trips to south Florida to cover a Patriots-Dolphins game, I dropped in on him at his winter home in Boca Raton. His wife, Joan, died in 2008, and was buried in their joint plot in a tiny cemetery in North Falmouth. Despite his loss, and several battles with medical issues of his own, Bob never lost the optimism that characterized him throughout his life.

One of my true regrets, however, is that we weren't as close as we could have been. I'll take ownership of that. There were many times over the years of his retirement when Bob would try to contact me by phone -- but, and this is unintentionally funny in a way, he would always unknowingly pick times when I absolutely could not answer. Those were usually when I was in a press box somewhere, covering a game. Whether it was in Seattle, or Dallas or Foxboro or practically all points in-between, or in the stands in the Albertini Gym at Mansfield High, the phone would ring and I'd be in a position where I could not answer. Sometimes we might be able to make contact afterward, but not as often as I could have or should have.

That came to mind as the tolling church bells at the parish of St. Elizabeth Ann Seton underscored the solemnity of the moment on Thursday. No matter what we do in life, sometimes it just seems like it's never enough. It's not necessarily that we run out of time, it's often a case of not using the time we have as well as we could have.

North Falmouth house under construction.

My connection to North Falmouth has also waned in recent years. The house that my friend built in 1979 and was a frequent destination thanks to his abundant benevolence (and his trust that I would not wreck the place) was sold a few years ago. New owners demolished the little three-bedroom structure and built something much larger. 

All that remains are photos and memories -- not only for me, but for another extremely close friend that would frequently visit while I was there. It became her sanctuary and a peaceful respite for her soul during the most severe of her two bouts with ovarian cancer. Thankfully, and through the wonderful work of the Dana-Farber Cancer Center, she has survived both.

And, of course, it was where I experienced a watershed moment for our nation. It was where I went for a few days off after the Patriots opened their 2001 season with a loss to the Bengals at what was then Paul Brown Stadium. I flew from Cincinnati to Chicago and then to Boston on Sept. 10, 2001, blissfully unaware of the plans that terrorists had for the next morning. I went directly to North Falmouth and woke up the next morning to the sound of the roaring jets in the sky above, thinking at first it was just another training exercise. Unable to fall asleep again, I got out of bed and turned on the TV in the living room -- and saw, to my horror, that the world had changed.

It all happened on a beautiful late-summer day, just like Thursday -- a date that will forever be etched in my memory as representative of loss.

MARK FARINELLA wrote sports for more than four decades for The Sun Chronicle of Attleboro, Mass. Contact him at theownersbox2020@gmail.com.

Finding treasure in old comic books is a labor of love.

Old comic books have been the pot of gold at the end of my rainbow.

I spent the whole day trying to finish this summer’s project.

Since June, I’ve been diving into two huge plastic bins filled with literally hundreds of comic books from the 1960s through the 1980s, with the intent of finding ones that may be valuable on the comic book trading market and cashing in in them.

 I’ve already sent three boxes filled with about 80 old superhero books to a comic book emporium in Texas that has been giving me good prices for the books in my possession that they are seeking to buy. Today, I put the finishing touches on the last box I intend to send for a while — 63 DC and Marvel books that will bring the summer’s total to around $1,000.

Most of the books cost me only 12 to 25 cents when I bought them at Stearns News Store or Cuneo’s in Mansfield, and even adjusted for inflation, I’m doing quite well in return. But sadly, many of the later books have no value because that’s when the whole phenomenon of comic book collecting began, and speculators cleared the newsstands of books they thought would increase in value. As it turned out, they didn’t.

One thing I’ve noticed is that the books I’ve turned in, from both Marvel and DC, have formed the foundation of today’s cinematic universes.

The characters and plots are those of the stories from the 1960s and 1970s, and not those of more recent vintage. The Avengers you see on the screen were mostly the characters as they were first introduced to the public by Stan Lee and his talented cohorts at Marvel, even if necessarily updated a little due to the passage of time. 

Indeed, to get his new DC movie universe kick-started, “Superman” writer/director James Gunn drew heavily from what’s called the Silver Age to forge the characters in his most recent movie -- and likely the ones he’s already formulating as his future projects.

For instance, the Green Lantern comic from the late 1960s in which bowl-cut anti-hero Guy Gardner was introduced to the DC Universe netted me almost $100 even though it had sat in a musty garage for almost 50 years — and even though the character didn’t adopt his current cinematic persona for almost 10 years after his debut.

Had that comic book been pristine, and not subjected to the seasonal extremes of temperature that characterize New England, my return for that book could have been four figures.

It’s been a demanding and allergic, but nostalgic, walk down memory lane. But hundreds remain, and so all that I can’t sell have been wrapped up, returned to the cleaned-out bin, and they will henceforth be stored in the basement, where the temperature is more constant and a dehumidifier will help preserve them for the day when I might revisit this treasure hunt.

Still, I owe thanks to my folks, Tony and Jeanne, for not just throwing those comic books out when I went to college — as they did all the old Playboy magazines I rescued from the big trailer when I helped my pals in the Boy Scouts on their Troop 17 paper drives.

And I thought they’d never find those.

So what's new this fall?

The Mansfield High field hockey team began practice on Monday.

The area's high school football teams started their practices last week and the rest of the school sports kicked in today, so I guess that it's fair to say that the 2025 fall sports season is underway.

It will be exactly 15 days from now when Del Malloy and I will kick off the North TV telecast schedule with a field hockey game between the Mansfield Hornets and the King Philip Warriors at KP's Arnold Macktaz Field (Sept. 3, 3:45 p.m., live on the North TV Community Channel), so I thought it would be a good time to take a quick look at some of what will be new when the fall season takes the next step into game competition.

League crossover games:

The Hockomock League is trying something new this year when it comes to scheduling for field hockey, boys' soccer and girls' soccer.

All of the schools in the league have left two game dates open in late October for the purpose of conducting a series of crossover games that will not count in the league standings.

If I have understood the explanations correctly, the first round of games will be conducted entirely within divisions. The Kelley-Rex first-place team at the time will play the second-place team, the third-place and fourth-place teams will play and the Nos. 5 and 6 teams will play. The same schedule will be in place for the Davenport.

Then on the second day, the winners of the 1 vs. 2 games in both divisions will play each other, and so on. The teams that didn't win in their first-round games will take on their opposite numbers from the other division to complete the slate of six games.

The big difference is that the teams are playing each league opponent only once in games that count toward the league standings, making for an 11-game "regular season" as opposed to the usual 16-game schedule that included two games against a divisional opponent and one apiece from the other division. In addition to creating some late-season drama with this crossover series, it also gave the individual schools more opportunities to add intriguing non-league games to their schedules.

Girls' volleyball will continue with the traditional league schedule format. The other sports are trying it as a one-year test, and whether it continues is up to how much the schools liked (or disliked) it.

All of the games will count toward the MIAA power rankings that determine the divisional tournament pairings. 

Football alignments:

Since the end of last season, fans of the MIAA football tournament were eagerly awaiting the results of a major realignment. The MIAA released one version several months ago that raised a few eyebrows -- including the news that Catholic Memorial (the best team money can buy in Division 2) would be dropping to Division 3 because of its total enrollment, instead of going up to Division 1, which would be more in line with the level of competition for the Knights and all of their talent appropriated from several far-flung territories.

No more CM vs. KP Super Bowls, finally.

Well, that was before the appeal process -- and when that was finished, CM stayed put in Division 2, where it won three of the last four divisional Super Bowls, all three of those against very good King Philip teams.

But KP finally got some relief. The Warriors, with a listed enrollment of 1,096 students, were dropped to Division 3 -- which, team for team, may be the toughest and most competitive division in all of Massachusetts high school football.

Seven Hockomock League schools -- Sharon, KP, Milford, Oliver Ames, North Attleboro, Mansfield and Stoughton -- are part of the Division 3 mix this year, although Sharon will not be playing a league schedule this year because of low football turnout and the lingering effect of having a player suffer a paralyzing injury in last year's Thanksgiving Day game against OA. 

And if that wasn't tough enough, the MIAA also decided to drop Marshfield and Barnstable to D3 as well. Both schools have played KP in the playoffs in each of the last two Division 2 tournaments (it's been three in a row for Marshfield against KP), and the Warriors hammered Marshfield in the 2023 Super Bowl at Gillette Stadium.

CM, the school with the allegedly smallest enrollment in D2, can now become a thorn in the side of the second-smallest school, Bishop Feehan, which also happens to be a North TV school.

Feehan is the only remaining local school in D2. Attleboro, Taunton and Franklin all remain in D1, Canton stands alone in D4 from the Hockomock, as does Foxboro in D5. One blessing to realignment is that the MIAA wised up and dropped Diman Vocational to D4 from D2, where it suffered a cringeworthy opening-round defeat in the 2023 playoffs at King Philip. But there is no silver lining to that, as strong programs like Walpole and Norwood also fell to D4 this year.

Tri-County, another North TV school, remains in Division 6.

Field hockey rule changes:

The MIAA almost automatically adopts rule changes established by the National Federation of High Schools, so in each of the sports, there has been some minor tweaking this year.

Field hockey still unmasked.

The national association still hasn't gone far enough in preventing field hockey facial injuries, in my opinion, by leaving the use of face masks optional. Players can choose to wear wire-caged masks during penalty corner plays, but they must take those masks off before resuming play outside the 25-yard area. If the game moves too fast to allow them to shed the masks, they can continue to wear them within that penalty area, but wearing them outside 25 yards will result in a player misconduct penalty.

Given all the debate about player safety -- a debate that was hijacked by the anti-transgender zealots that claim an army of boys is lining up to have their penises removed so they can play girls' sports -- you'd think it would make sense to require masks. And it's not because of transgender athletes. It's because the vast majority of games these days are played on artificial turf, which naturally speeds up the game and results in harder and more powerful shots off a pristine surface. But MAGA never complicates a good rant with facts.

The only other rule change that people will notice is that home teams will now wear their dark colors to show off the school colors, and road teams will wear what used to be the home whites.

Volleyball rule changes:

Six rule changes were approved, but this is likely to be the only one anyone will notice. I quote directly from the NFHS website:

"Rule 9-4-8c was added to the section on multiple contacts, adding second contact to the list of permitted instances, joining a team’s first contact and after a player touches the ball on a block. In addition to eliminating an official’s judgment call, the change allows for play to continue and does not create an advantage for the offending team.

"'In addition to the impact this judgment call has had on the flow of the game, the multiple contact fault has consistently been a point of contention between coaches and officials,' said Lindsey Atkinson, NFHS Director of Sports and liaison to the Volleyball Rules Committee. 'It is the committee’s belief that the elimination of this fault will contribute to less disputes between coaches and officials and ultimately benefit the overall environment of the match.'"

All of that is gobbledygook to me, of course. That's why I have my friend Alex Salachi, the former volleyball coach at Xaverian Brothers High School, in the expert analyst's seat at our North TV volleyball telecasts. I'll let him explain it to me at some point, and I'm sure he will point it out when it happens during any of the four games we do this year.

Soccer rule changes:

Not much of consequence to report here, although the NFHS did adopt six rule changes for high school soccer. Perhaps the most significant one is to make head coaches more responsible for the behavior of any team personnel on their sidelines.

Gibby Reynolds, chair of the Soccer Rules Committee and an administrator with the Oregon School Activities Association, explained the change as such: "Head coaches have a high degree of responsibility for their team areas and bench behavior and are to be held accountable now that officials are allowed to warn, caution or eject head coaches for misconduct committed by bench personnel. This change promotes a culture of respect and positive behavior on the sidelines."

The NFHS has also sanctioned substitutions during hot-weather water breaks, and clarified that the player number required on the front of all uniforms can appear either on the jersey or the shorts, or both.

Nothing like good kits talk.

Football rule changes:

Once again, there were several football rule changes -- but maybe only one that will show up on the field.

Fumbling out of bounds won't be a help.

The NFHS outlawed yardage gains by fumbling a football forward and out of bounds without it being recovered by the opponent. Previously, if you fumbled the ball and it managed to roll forward and over the sideline, your next down would start at the point where the ball went out of bounds. Now, in that same situation, the ball will return to the spot where the ball was first fumbled.

One other significant change reinforced the prohibition of in-helmet electronic communications. You still can't get the play calls from the coaches through speakers in your helmet. But for teams that use large placards held up by players to signal play calls from the sideline (as King Philip does), you can now substitute a fixed-position electronic sign board for that purpose.

I'm not sure anyone in the Hockomock League will be willing the shell out the loot for that gimmick quite yet. 

One other change was in regard to the exact dimensions for the uniform sleeves, but that doesn't go into effect until 2027 and I couldn't explain it to you before then anyway. Expect your favorite team to be shelling out more money for replacement uniforms before then.

And with that, let's all get our stadium seat-cushions and snacks ready. It's almost time for high school sports -- still the best value for your entertainment dollar in my book.

MARK FARINELLA covered his first high school sporting event on Saturday, Sept. 27, 1969 -- a 22-6 loss by the Mansfield High football team to North Attleboro -- almost 56 years ago. Fortunately, it's been uphill ever since. Contact him at theownersbox2020@gmail.com.