A new member of the 1,000-point list.

Connor Houle, right, has been a standout for Attleboro High for four seasons.

Although I have not been in the employ of The Sun Chronicle of Attleboro since 2018, I do remain a "keeper of the flame" of sorts. As I was obsessed with historical statistics and wanted to preserve records of the past, I compiled what I simply call "The 1,000-Point List" -- a compilation of all the athletes from the schools we covered that reached that level for career basketball scoring. 

At one point in time, it had maybe 10 names on it. But with the passage of time, better research methods and ongoing achievements by our local athletes, that list has grown and grown ... now well over 100 boys and girls. 

Last night at North Attleboro High, a new member was added. Attleboro High senior guard Connor Houle scored nine points in a big win by the Bombardiers over the host Rocketeers, and therefore became the 15th Bombardier to reach 1,000 points. He is also the 62nd male athlete and 116th overall to achieve the feat from among the 12 high schools covered by the newspaper (or its predecessors, the Attleboro Sun and North Attleboro Chronicle) over the time that it covered those communities.

Connor, of course, is the son of AHS boys' basketball coach and athletic director Mark Houle, who is also on the list.

To commemorate the achievement, here for your viewing pleasure is the entire list as it stands now. I expect at least one more addition before the season is out, so once we've put the basketballs back on the shelves this March, I'll update it.

The area’s 1,000-point scorers:

This list includes 1,000-point scorers that attended 12 high schools covered by The Sun Chronicle or its predecessors (not athletes from the circulation-area towns that achieved the feat at other schools).

GIRLS

Player                                            School                             Points              Games Career

1. Sarah Behn                              Foxboro                          2,562                93         1985-89

2. Kailey Sullivan                         Foxboro                          1,895              97         2021-25

3. Kara O’Neil                             King Philip                      1,883               88         1994-98

4. Rebecca Welch                       New Testament            1,825               89         1997-2003

5. Kim Lynch                                Seekonk                          1,728                94         1988-92

6. Jennifer Brown                       Foxboro                          1,701               95         1994-98

7. Mary Nwachukwu                 Dighton-Rehoboth       1,589              74         2005-09

8. Ashley Sampson                     Foxboro                          1,530              99         2014-18

9. Julie Schmidt                           North Attleboro            1,520                80         1987-91

10. Katie Nelson                         Bishop Feehan               1,439              92         2013-17

11. Katelyn Mollica                    Foxboro                          1,407              88         2017-21

12. Heather Morgan                  Foxboro                          1,394               90         1997-2001

13. Sarah Deyo                            Attleboro                        1,341              92         2013-17

14. Colleen McGahan               North Attleboro            1,330               88         1994-98

15. Lexi Sells                                La Salle/Feehan            1,297              89         2008-12

16. Camryn Collins                     Foxboro                          1,296              84         2020-24

17. Lindsay Vine                         North Attleboro            1,286               82         1997-2001

18. Lea Beattie                            Seekonk                          1,282               n/a        1974-78

19. Emily Cournoyer                  North Attleboro            1,274               86         2002-06

20. Mia DiBiase                           Seekonk                          1,237              73         2016-20

21. Jamie Cournoyer                 North Attleboro            1,223               68         1994-97

22. Rebecca Hardt                     Attleboro                        1,221               72         1990-94

23. Sue Patchett                         Mansfield                       1,214               80         1989-93

24. Sara Wright                           Attleboro                        1,209               75         1995-99

25. Monika Rothemich             Bishop Feehan              1,184               87         1993-97

26. Alyssa Rozak                         Tri-County                      1,168               78         2004-08

27. Laura Lokitis                         Bishop Feehan              1,157               70         2000-03

28. Shannon Halpin                   Seekonk                          1,149               75         1996-2000

29. Kylie D’Ambrosio                 Dighton-Rehoboth       1,144              82         2012-16

30. Rachel Sayce                         Norton                            1,134              78         1989-93

31. Maddy Steel                         Bishop Feehan               1,130              99         2021-25

32. Sierra Schrader                    Hopedale/Feehan        1,126              105       2008-13

33. Patty Cronin                          King Philip                      1,120               90         1995-99

34. Emily D’Ambosio                 Dighton-Rehoboth       1,114              75         2017-21

35T. Melissa Traversi               Bishop Feehan              1,113               68         1998-2001

35T. Maddie Jolin                       Bishop Feehan               1,113              88         2011-15

37. Alyssa Gutauskas                 North Attleboro            1,111               71         1984-87

38. Keli Rupert                            Seekonk/D-R                 1,110               81         1997-2001

39. Meg Hill                                  Mansfield                       1,090              100       2014-18

40. Cheryl Warren                     Attleboro/Feehan        1,088               75         1987-91

41. Sarah Tomaso                      Norton                            1,084               85         1995-99

42. Sarah Gannon                      Norton/New Test.        1,071               89         1997-2001

43. Jill Cullen                                North Attleboro            1,068              85         2008-12

44. Kristen Hoffman                  Foxboro                          1,056              88         2006-10

45. Angela Astuccio                   Foxboro                          1,048               96         1999-2003

46T. Christine Basile                  Bishop Feehan               1,042              69         1969-73

46T. Amanda Cavallaro             Seekonk                          1,042              80         2008-12

48. Rebecca King                        Attleboro                        1,038* 40         1949-53

49. Brianna Rozak                      Tri-County                      1,034               82         2001-05

50. Nikki Lima                              Attleboro                        1,030               79         1990-94

51. Emily Houle                           Attleboro                        1,025              90         2012-16

52. Danielle Murphy                  Foxboro                          1,024               91         2000-04

53. Holly Grinnell                       Foxboro                          1,018               85         1984-88

54. Abby Wager                          Mansfield                       1,008              81         2019-23

* — scored under six-player rules

 

BOYS

Player                                            School                             Points               Games Career

1. Jake Layman                            King Philip                      1,752              85         2008-12

2. Tyler Patch                             Seekonk                          1,746              91         2004-08

3. Tom Blessing                           Dighton-Rehoboth       1,725               90         1996-2000 

4. Leland Anderson                    Attleboro                        1,629               74         1995-99

5T. Casey Carney                        Bishop Feehan              1,463               67         1994-97

5T. Derek Swenson                    Attleboro                        1,463               92         1995-99

7. Mark Schmidt                         Bishop Feehan              1,450               68         1978-81

8. Mike Babul                             North Attleboro            1,423               86         1992-96

9. Ron Gentili                             Mansfield                       1,387               91         1958-62

10T. John Egan                            Dighton-Rehoboth       1,377               60         1987-90

10T. Cliff Reynolds                     Norton                            1,377               n/a        1961-65

12. Mark Gaffey                          Foxboro                          1,350               77         1979-83

13. Ryan Boulter                         Mansfield                       1,324              79         2012-15

14. Bill Emerson                          New Testament            1,298               n/a        1989-94

15. Patrick McGowan               North Attleboro            1,297               59         1997-2001

16. Mike McNally                       Bishop Feehan              1,262               75         1996-99

17. Tim Emerson                        New Testament            1,252               96         1992-98

18. Mike Nelson                         Bishop Feehan               1,246              89         2012-16

19. Andrew Pereira                   Seekonk                          1,236               86         2002-06

20. Josh Koneski                         Dighton-Rehoboth       1,221              84         2006-10

21. Mark Houle                           Attleboro                        1,219               64         1986-90

22. Darren Doucette                 Norton                            1,194              83         2005-09

23. Ryan Walsh                           Dighton-Rehoboth       1,186              68         2010-13

24. Scott Smith                           King Philip                      1,175               63         2002-06

25. Ricky Silva                              Seekonk                          1,170              64         2007-10

26. Tim Grinham                        Tri-County                      1,163               69         1994-98

27. Mike Myers                           Foxboro                          1,156               81         2000-04

28. Paul McCann                        Dighton-Rehoboth       1,143               76         1979-82

29. Jon Dunlap                            Norton                            1,140               83         1985-89

30. Bryant Ciccio                         Attleboro                        1,137              86         2016- 20

31. Tom Sherman                       Attleboro                        1,127               63         1992-95

32. Sean Ribeiro                         Norton                            1,124               80         1996-2000

33. Tim Walsh                             Attleboro                        1,117              74         2010-14

34T. Alden Franklin                    Plainville                         1,096              63         1947-51

34T. Kurt Beloff                          King Philip                      1,096               80         1993-97

36. Frank Oftring                        Bishop Feehan               1,095              70         2012-15

37. Jeff Doane                             King Philip                      1,091               80         1989-93

38T. Glen Field                            Dighton-Rehoboth       1,085               n/a        1962-65

38T. Jesse Martinez                   Attleboro                        1,085               75         2000-04

40. Brandon Borde                    Foxboro                          1,083              85         2016-20

41. Qualeem Charles                 Attleboro                        1,078              89         2016-20

42. John Shockro                        Attleboro                        1,061               n/a        1962-65

43. Matt Freeman                      Bishop Feehan              1,057               60         1988-91

44T. Greg Eitas                            Bishop Feehan              1,047               73         1996-99

44T. Matty Boen                        Mansfield                       1,047              77         2018-21

44T. Mike McCabe                     King Philip                      1,047               81         1997-2001

44T. John Verdeaux                   King Philip                      1,047               82         1994-98

48. Rich Lunn                               King Philip                      1,040               63         1963-66

49. Tim Cheney                           Foxboro                          1,039               85         2002-06

50. Bill O’Keefe                           Dighton-Rehoboth       1,038               59         1967-70

51. Paul Souza                             Mansfield                       1,036               58         1976-79

52. Griffin McAlear                    Norton                            1,030              64         2016-19

53. Brian Thomas                       King Philip                      1,029               62         1989-92

54. Alex Penders                        Foxboro                          1,026              66         2019-23

55. Mike Bedrossian                  Seekonk                          1,025               61         1991-94

56. Brendan Doherty                 Bishop Feehan              1,023               62         1974-77

57. Devon Maiorano                 Dighton-Rehoboth       1,009               57         1999-2002

58. Geoffrey Stearns                 Mansfield                       1,008               64         1956-59

59. John Andrews                      King Philip                      1,007               58         1986-90

60. Doug DiNardo                      North Attleboro            1,005               n/a        1968-71

61. Connor Houle                      Attleboro                       1,003              85         2022-

62. Ryan Sheehan                      Bishop Feehan               1,000              43         2008-10

My non-resolution resolutions for 2026.

I turned on the TV just six seconds before this ball dropped at Times Square.

Well, we've made it into another year. There were times in 2025 when I thought it was a little iffy -- not just for me, but for the world in general -- but here we are, standing at the genesis of 2026 and wondering if it will be an ascension to the summit or a steep and terrifying fall off the precipice. 

I've always approached New Year's Day as just another day on the calendar, usually a day to do laundry and vacuum the house (didn't get to either yesterday). As a result, I usually shied away from making personal resolutions of any sort, or even writing a resolution-themed column in my 40-plus years as a professional newspaper columnist. My only "New Year's Resolution" has always been to make it to the next year, and that has not changed.

But as I want to greet 2026 with a blog post to make sure everyone knows I'm still here, I thought I'd take the easy way out and write something suggesting some goals -- not just for myself, but also for those that operate within my sphere of consciousness. I hope everyone will accept these suggestions with a grain of salt and an appreciation of the spirit in which most were offered, which will be generally mirthful and harmless in intent.

But you know the old saying. Behind every mirthful remark, there's usually a measure of hard truth lurking in the background.

Sometimes I take the show on the road.

** For me, I resolve to do more podcasts in the upcoming year -- both the audio version of The Owner's Box, and the video version on YouTube that I call "The Owner's Box ... After Dark." I've done about 120 of them combined since I started podcasting in 2019, but I've gotten lax lately. I often blame my busy schedule as a high school sports announcer for the long gaps in episodes that occur, and that's not entirely untrue. But there are plenty of times when I could just sit down in the studio and start cranking one out. 

** I also vow to get something done with at least one of my ailing knees. I need two knee replacements, but I can see myself being limited to one at a time because of the necessity of having to fend for myself during any incapacity that may arise from them. But the truth is, the pain in both knees is becoming unbearable and it is leading to some very embarrassing moments -- such as a few days ago, when I ventured to Oakmont Regional High School to watch the Foxboro girls' basketball team play a non-league game. 

When I got there, I realized that the first step up to the bleachers would be challenging because it was very high, and neither of my knees are capable of making that ascent without assistance from a handrail -- which was too far away for me to reach. But I tried anyway, and as I tried to put pressure on the right knee to pull myself up, it gave way and I went ass-over-tea-kettle and landed hard on the steps. 

Several Foxboro fans came to my assistance, another reminder that there indeed good people in the world. I laughed it off and told them that I like making a big entrance. I was not hurt at all, but I was mortified -- and as long as I have the will and energy to attend all the games I do and climb bleachers and steps to get to my broadcasting perches, I need to have the physical strength to do so. 

One knee replacement will be a good start.

** I've got a few suggestions for Patriots' coach Mike Vrabel.

While I fully believe he has done an outstanding job and should be the leading candidate for NFL coach of the year, there are a couple of things that nag at me. The first was his statement of last week in which he expressed "no disappointment" over the two sudden disruptions to emerge, the assault charges being faced by Stefon Diggs and Christian Barmore. I can understand coach-speak, and the fact that like Bill Belichick before him, Vrabel was not about to reveal his true feelings to the public. But Vrabel has also touted the desire to find players of character, and once again, two prime performers have apparently failed to reach that standard.

Vrabel has to set down the law.

If I'm Vrabel, I would let the process play out -- let both players face their day in court and adhere to whatever action the NFL may take independently of that. And then I would send both Diggs and Barmore packing. Whether it's slapping around a cook or a girlfriend, neither is acceptable. It's also a good opportunity for Vrabel to underscore his status as his own man, a coach that has taken the best examples of what he has learned on every rung of his NFL ladder and made his approach to coaching unique to him, and not to just reveal himself as the reincarnation of a sourpuss of the past.

The second thing I would expect from Vrabel would be to issue an edict for his players to stop referring to Foxboro High's football team in a derogatory manner. That nonsense was started by Bill Belichick years ago as a motivational tool, telling his players that some of the mistakes they made in a game would make them lose to Foxboro High, let alone any NFL team.

I suppose that's effective in-house. But when it comes out to the public, it sounds like a slap in the face to the town that opened its arms to the Patriots 55 years ago when nobody else wanted them. Drake Maye unwittingly accomplished that the other day when he said that criticism of the Patriots' relatively easy schedule made it sound as if their schedule included Foxboro High.

I'm sure Maye didn't mean to insult the Warriors. In fact, I'm told he has gone to some of their games incognito in the past. But to the uninitiated, it still sounds insulting.

Foxboro has had one of the consistently best football programs in eastern Massachusetts over the past 50 years. The Warriors have been in 10 MIAA Super Bowls and won five, which is comparable in performance to the Patriots' six wins in their 11 NFL Super Bowl appearances at their respective levels of play.

I'd just knock off the references to a specific high school entirely -- with the lone exception being to give praise where praise is deserved. Or maybe Vrabel and his players should say, "It's not like we're playing the University of North Carolina."

Two gentlemen that need to make resolutions.

** As part of his celebration over finally paying off Boston Mayor Michelle Wu to get Boston's blessings for a new soccer stadium in next-door Everett, Robert Kraft should just finally admit he doesn't give a shit about the fans of southern New England that have supported his moribund soccer franchise through thick and thin -- mostly thin over the past decade or so. Building a 30,000-seat soccer stadium in the most inaccessible part of Everett is a direct slap in the face to the soccer moms and youth soccer organizations of our region, as well as the ethnic communities on the South Coast and in Rhode Island that will balk at making the trek to a property that will be nearly impossible to reach by car travel. 

Besides, the whole thing is probably a scam -- it's going to be right next to a casino and will probably become the outdoor concert venue that will tie Kraft's interests into a pretty bow with the owners of the Encore casino looking to increase that facility's profitability. 

At least we'll still get the World Cup games -- if Donald Trump doesn't find a way to fuck that up as well.

** As far as our president is concerned, my resolution for him is that he just stop breathing. Although I'd request that he wait until this year's midterm elections are complete, and the Democrats have regained control of both the House and Senate. Then Trump can take the eternal dirt nap and Congress can immediately begin impeachment proceedings against J.D. Vance before he can name a vice president, and they get to install a Democrat Speaker of the House as president.

And hopefully, this will all take place before Trump starts World War III, which his addled brain is telling him to do in his every waking minute.

** I've got a resolution for the Massachusetts Interscholastic Athletic Association as well.

The MIAA partners with Arbiter Sports to list all member schools' schedules and have them immediately post all of their results in all sports. It's how the MIAA calculates power rankings, and it's a good system.

Arbiter Sports also offers the capability for the schools to input information about their coaching staffs and the full rosters of their teams. But few of the schools take that opportunity -- and it should be mandatory.

Most of my time away from the microphone these days is spent chasing down schedules, results and rosters from athletic directors and coaches. Most are very nice about it, and thus I have the proper information when it's time to do my job. But the MIAA utilizes a tool that could be a one-stop clearing house for such information, and yet it goes underutilized. 

I would also require the MIAA to order its member schools to post rosters that use a specific template to provide information that the news media needs.

For most sports, it's very simple -- Player's number, name, graduation year and position played in that order. Football would require a little more -- Number, name, graduation year, height, weight and positions played in that order. Basketball could add a player's height to the basic info in the first example.

It's not that hard. These are supposed to be educated people, and they should be able to figure out why consistency is important. Imagine my frustration when I get a roster from a school that has just the player's names and maybe one other category -- but no numbers, no positions. That is absolutely useless to anyone in the news media.

Oh, and all of this needs to be in numerical order. Do I really need to explain why?

I was always helpful as a scorer.

** This is off the beaten track, but I just wanted to explain a circumstance that took place at a recent game involving rosters. 

A team that rarely ventures into this part of the state came to one of our local schools the other day, and as I was charting the game for use in a future broadcast, I needed the visiting team's roster. There were none outside the gym when I arrived. So I went to the scorer's table well before the start of the varsity game and asked the visiting team's scorekeeper if I could take a quick snapshot of the scorebook with my iPhone.

He looked at me cross-eyed and said in a challenging manner, "Why?" So I politely explained that I was charting the game and I needed the roster, and there were none available.

Still with a tight grip on the book, the scorekeeper said, "We sent the roster to the school."

"Well, maybe you sent it to the school," I said. "But I still don't have one. I'm media and nobody sends us anything. So I can either take a picture now or I can take one when the home scorekeeper copies it. One way or another, I'll do it." The scorekeeper then grudgingly released his grip on the scorebook, I took the quick photograph and I was on my way.

Who really needs to have that kind of an attitude at a high school game? And just before Christmas!

** This is a resolution that's a necessity in today's growing retreat of print media from timely high school sports coverage.

Coaches that post their scores on X/Twitter/Whatever should NEVER offer "a total team effort" as their only comment about the game. Since your scores may not appear in a local newspaper anymore, you should at least post the names and scoring totals of your double-figure scorers and then add the platitude at the end if you must. Information requires detail. And that means full names, not initials or nicknames or any other shorthand that only you and your team would know.

** Here's one for fans, too. If you happen to walk past a table where two guys are wearing headsets and talking into microphones, don't think you can just stroll up to them while they are talking and start asking them questions such as "How many did Johnny score tonight?" Those people are working, and you are interrupting.

And if one of the announcers waves you off dismissively, just imagine that you're at work, doing a job that can't be interrupted without degradation of the product, and imagine how you would feel as the worker. Not too pleased, I imagine.

Headsets are the dead giveaway. We're busy and can't stop what we're doing to answer a question that the folks at the scorer's table across the court could answer better. 

One the headsets come off, we will be much more friendly. After all, it's not personal. It's business.

** I could probably think of a lot more resolutions, but time is growing short and I have to get to a game. The most important one to me is to tell my closest friends more often just how much I appreciate them. Time is indeed growing shorter for all of us, and it's important for them to know that.

Happy New Year, everyone.

MARK FARINELLA will be starting his 73rd revolution around the sun next Wednesday. Yes, that means he's turning 72. Send birthday wishes his way at theownersbox2020.com.

The big red schoolhouse is coming down.

Voters in Mansfield have agreed to tear down the last of its neighborhood schools.

Back in the early 1950s, my father looked at the balance sheets of the clothing store he and his brothers owned in Mansfield, Mass., and realized that the cash was rolling in. Really rolling in, in fact.

So he did what countless other sons of immigrants did during the postwar economic boom -- he strove for a better life for himself, his wife, and hopefully, a new generation that would eventually be coming along. He bought some land.

In the Mansfield of that era, many of the Italian families that came to America and then to our little town at the turn of the century were still clustered in what was called "the North End," very close to the huge Lowney Chocolate Factory on the railroad tracks that had offered employment and even housing to the newcomers so they would gladly do the jobs that none of the snooty white Anglo-Saxon Protestants on the other side of Chauncy and Pratt streets wanted to do. Those folks envisioned themselves as the rightful heirs to those that stepped off the Mayflower. My forefathers, on the other hand, were the spaghetti benders that stampeded en masse out of steerage.

My dad in front of the bakery in 1936.

But the Italians and Sicilians were resourceful and hard-working people. My grandfather opened a bakery to satisfy the taste buds of the town's ruling class, and his sons delivered the fresh rolls and loaves all over the region on bicycles. Then when they got older and longed for a better life, they seized the moment. My Uncle Santino crossed the imaginary dividing line between the ethnic groups, bought a decaying old stable at an important intersection, turned it into a clothing store that would be expanded and reborn several times over the next 60 years, and his brothers followed him into the business and started raking in the loot.

Step Two was assimilation. And the easiest way to achieve that was to buy land in parts of town where no Italians had gone before. Before long, all four Farinella brothers made it past that border and put down roots in what had been the strongholds of the Anglos that had settled the town. 

For my father, the plot of land he coveted was close to a swampy marsh on sparsely-built Dean Street. There was a large man-made pond to the east of it, dug out of those Rumford River-fed swamplands by a knifemaker and metals forger in the 1700s. My dad's parcel was almost fully dry and the rest easily reclaimable -- there was no such thing as "wetlands protection" in those days -- and by 1953, construction would begin on a five-room, one-bath, three-bedroom ranch to house him, his wife, and a player to be named later that was on the way.

Mom and little me in the unfinished garage.

By January 1954, construction on me was finished. In August, the house followed. We moved in, and my parents lived there for the rest of their lives. I spent most of the first 17 years of my life in that house, then the next 45 years or so wandering around the Hockomock League, and I returned to the house upon my mother's death in 2015 -- and here I remain.

I mentioned earlier that there weren't many houses on this street when my father bought the land. Most that were here were built between World War I and the 1930s on the higher-and-drier section at the northern terminus of the street (only a few tenths of a mile away). But one feature that stood out louder and prouder than all the other structures was a tall, red-brick schoolhouse that was probably the pride of a growing Mansfield when it opened in 1923.

In the background in 1955, the Roland Green School.

For all of my life, the Roland Green School has towered over Dean Street. I say "towered" loosely, as it is only a two-story building -- but in the architectural style of the day, it rose well above the houses surrounding it, each story was far taller than it needed to be, and the high-peaked roof made it look like an imposing skyscraper -- especially to the first- , second- and third-graders that attended it for most of its existence.

Mansfield was always big on neighborhood schools. There were schools in every part of town for every age group. Generations were born and raised with pride that they attended the Roland Green, or the Paine, the John Berry, the Spaulding or the Central schools and didn't interact with the other kids in town before coming together at Mansfield High School eventually. But one-by-one, almost all of those have been repurposed (the John Berry in West Mansfield became a satellite YMCA facility, and the Park Row, itself a former high school, became Town Hall), or met the wrecking ball. Mansfield consolidated today's schools in a complex that includes a high school, a former high school that's now a middle school, and two large elementary schools, and the need for satellite schools diminished.

Roland Green, however, clung to life. Elementary grades were phased out, but the building found new purpose as a pre-school facility for many years before it closed with no fanfare at all after the 2025 school year. The building is old, environmentally inefficient and in increasing disrepair. Upon moving the pre-school classes out to other school buildings where space was now available because of declining enrollment, town government immediately set to the task of planning the Roland Green's demise.

That was set in stone at a special town meeting Tuesday night. Before the bare minimum of a quorum and with hardly a peep of public discussion, the meeting voted to turn the building over from the school department to the control of the Select Board, which will immediately set to the task of demolishing it. The remaining property will then be carved into three lots for the building of three duplex houses.

This took me by surprise, and it really shouldn't have.

Quite matter-of-factly, it was explained at the town meeting that these plans had been discussed in public meetings for quite some time, and all that was now needed was the rubber stamp from voters to start the wrecking ball rolling and the cash rolling in from the resale of the property to developers. I had heard nothing of it, but the newspapers never cover municipal meetings anymore, and the first mention I saw of it was in a preview of the town meeting in the local daily that ran on the very day that the meeting was to take place.

Yes, I know that municipal meetings are shown on local cable. No, I don't watch them. I don't have any axes to grind with anyone else at the present time, and I'm convinced that the only people that watch municipal meetings on a regular basis are those with specific and obsessive grievances. Go ahead, try to convince me otherwise.

And no, I didn't attend the meeting. Call me a bad American if you will -- I know at least one guy in town that revels at that opportunity -- but I have all of four days left in which I can prepare for the next 10-12 weeks of announcing high school sports on the cable systems of three local communities. I'm busy. My car has left the garage only once since I got back from the Feehan-CM football game on Saturday night, and that was to pick up a pizza tonight.

But I did watch the meeting on my iPhone and witnessed the death sentence for the Roland Green being delivered. It wouldn't have helped if I had gone. I would have just sounded like a NIMBY objecting to six new housing units going up on a plot of land not much larger than my own, and I would have come across like a curmudgeonly codger shaking his fist at the moon. Unlike others I know, I actually can read a room. Anything I could have said would have fallen upon deaf ears.

I can't imagine Dean Street without the Roland Green School being a part of it. But to be totally honest, I don't really know if any remorse I feel is actually genuine.

You see, I never attended it.

The late, lamented Dominican Academy.

My parents sent me to a Catholic elementary school in Plainville in 1959, the long-since-closed Dominican Academy, which was sort of regarded as "Bishop Feehan Prep" in those days. But I was too much of a hell-raiser and free-thinker for the shellshocked Dominican sisters, and they basically threw me out of the place after I made it through six of eight grades. My parents grudgingly sent me to Mansfield schools (and by that time, the brand-new Robinson Elementary was open), and I survived and thrived and became the solid citizen I am today.

Mansfield was a different town in my elementary days, however. I remember how I would see lines of students my age being led by teachers past our house and up Dean Street as "field trips" to the river that flowed through both Fulton and Kingman ponds, and then maybe stroll to the library near the South Common. Kids were also let out on their own at the end of a school day, and they'd stroll past the house on their way home. Life was a lot safer then. Buses took you out to the sticks, but if you lived within a mile or so of the school, as most of the kids did, the walk was usually pleasant and safe.

But in the less-trusting 2020s, with pre-schoolers in the building, there were no field trips and no carefree walks home. All of the streets in the grid around Roland Green became parking lots for countless SUVs waiting in line to pick up their precious little cherubs around 2 p.m. You could tell inside the house that it was time for pickup, too, because of the incessant and ear-piercing screaming by the children with separation anxiety that would refuse to go gently into those giant Yukons, Tucsons and GLE 450s.

I remember quite well my first day of school in September 1959, when I was 5½ years old. My parents walked me the eighth of a mile from our house to the bus stop at the corner of West Street and Copeland Drive. The yellow Ford bus (No. 3, I recall) stopped, the doors swung open and my folks basically told me that I was on my own and not to be bashful. I sat down, looked out the window most of the way and then got off the bus in Plainville and asked the first white-robed woman with a long black cape that I saw, "Which way to the first grade?" Every day thereafter, I did it all myself.

True story. Pre-school? I didn't need no steenkin' pre-school.

Not only was there way too much traffic near Roland Green in recent times, the soccer moms in their suburban commando vehicles would floor the accelerator pedals once the kids were belted in, and they would try to get from 0-to-60 by the time they reached West Street -- and with no regard whatsoever to anyone else trying to make it to their driveways. And the teachers, with no parking spaces available in the playground behind the school, took to parking their cars in front of my house, often practically blocking that driveway entrance.

I complained to the former schools superintendent, who had graduated from MHS just a few years after me, but she said she couldn't do anything about it. But then once the school year was over, the pre-school closed and the problem was solved. And now, the "final solution" will be a permanent one.

Frankly, I don't think I've ever set foot inside the building. I wasn't a student, nor was I a parent of one, and otherwise there's no reason for an adult to be roaming about an ancient elementary school if sports aren't being played there.

My pitching dreams ended
during my Legion career.

The only use I had for the building, in fact, was when I was in my early teens and I had made the junior varsity baseball team at MHS. I harbored dreams about being a pitcher, but with no brothers or sisters and few children my age on the street, I didn't have anyone to throw the ball with -- especially at higher velocity. But the Roland Green's side walls were solid red brick with no windows, and a foundation of concrete that began right where the middle of the strike zone might be on an opposing batter. I'd mark off a spot roughly 60 feet away (no mound, so I wasn't really helping myself), put down a bucket of balls and strap on my cleats, and I'd start firing full-windup throws at a small rectangle-shaped vent hole in the foundation that I presumed would be a perfect strike.

I'd do that for hours on end, usually on weekends when the school was closed. My accuracy got better, but the velocity never got much past 60 mph from my estimates and occasional throws with a radar gun nearby. The thwack ... thwack ... thwack noise of the ball striking the wall must have been annoying to neighbors, but no one ever complained ... which is amazing, when you think of it.

And on those very rare occasions when I would put the ball right into that rectangular hole in the wall, it would jar loose a metal wire grating inside it and send both it and the ball bouncing to the basement floor of the school. I'd beat a hasty retreat hoping to avoid discovery and accountability, and a few days later I'd return to see that the grating had been replaced. It would be time to start the process anew.

My old pitching target.

I stopped by my old target recently, and noticed that they had reinforced it considerably since the days when I used to throw at it. It might take a 100-mph burner from Aroldis Chapman to make a dent in it, which is a level of velocity I never had. But hitting it would still be a good low strike for a guy my height. I also wonder what they did with the dozen or so baseballs I deposited in that hole nearly a half-century ago.

In some ways, I hope that maybe I can take a stroll inside Roland Green School just once before it becomes a pile of rubble, just to see what's inside. I always wondered, because I never attended a school that wasn't of recent construction. It has been a noble backdrop to significant portions of my life, but it's hardly worth re-purposing. Starbucks would not be interested, I'm sure.

It's all part of the march of progress. Tradition and history walk when money talks. I get it. Besides, the Roland Green has had a long and useful life. I hope I can say the same thing when that march of progress overtakes me -- and to be honest, I suspect the Roland Green doesn't have that much of a head start.

Farewell, old friend.

MARK FARINELLA fully understands that nothing lasts forever ... although he's going to try his damnedest to prove otherwise. Contact him at theownersbox2020@gmail.com.

Ponderous thoughts I was pondering ...

The King Philip Warriors celebrate their Super Bowl victory over North Attleboro.

Ponderous thoughts I was pondering after the soothing effects of the icebags on the knees wore off in the middle of the night:

** I've reached the end of another fall season of calling high school sports on North TV, my seventh as a play-by-play announcer, and it's entirely appropriate that I offer a few thoughts on the topic.

First and foremost, what an impressive accomplishment it was that all four of the football teams we cover at North TV -- North Attleboro, King Philip, Bishop Feehan and Tri-County -- all reached their respective state championship games. For North and KP, it was the MIAA state Division 3 title game. For Bishop Feehan, it was a berth in the D2 title tilt. And for Tri-County, which opted out of the MIAA D6 Tournament despite the prospect of having a No. 8 or 9 seed, it was a third straight trip to the MVADA state vocational bowl title game -- this time moving up to the middle of three enrollment-based divisions.

King Philip, making its fifth straight trip to a Super Bowl but first in Division 3, ended North's D3 reign with a 21-10 victory at Gillette Stadium last Friday. Bishop Feehan, making its first visit to a title game in 13 years, had the unfortunate task the next day of falling to the Catholic Memorial juggernaut, 41-14. And Tri-County, which had split the last two MVADA Small championships with Blue Hills Regional of Canton, won the rubber match decisively, 28-6, at Greater New Bedford Voke last Wednesday. 

I was fortunate to call all but two of KP's games this year -- the North Attleboro crew did both KP-North games, but I was there for both -- and I've been the voice behind the vast majority of their past seven seasons, which has been a memorable ride indeed. Yet only once have I been able to call their actual Super Bowl victory, and that was two years ago when KP hammered Marshfield in the final. Still, I've been on the scene for both of their recent 13-0 seasons, and you can't ask for a better memory than that.

It's been a hell of a team to follow. Both Keigan Canto-Osorio and Tallan King went over 1,000 rushing yards this year. Ryan Greenwood, Zach Gebhard and that rock-solid offensive line did their jobs all season long. Liam McGrath pulled in eight of KP's 23 interceptions -- not too shabby for a pass defense that was totally rebuilt from last year. And the list goes on and on.

Frankie Strachan was a total stud.

Still, I'm sure that every athlete and coach on that KP team feels a lot of empathy for at least one member of their vanquished opposition. In the first quarter of KP's victory over North Attleboro on Friday, the Rocketeers' powerful 250-pound running back, Frankie Strachan, was at the bottom of a pile near the goal line and he couldn't immediately get up. Word from the Boston papers was that Strachan had suffered a broken foot, and he was done for the night.

The burly back had put North on his shoulders over the second half of the season, gaining almost 1,000 yards in the last five games alone as well as carrying the ball well over 30 times a game. I still believe KP would have won the Super Bowl -- it would have been tougher, for sure, but KP was one of the best teams I've seen in a while -- but to be the best, you generally need to believe you beat the other team's best. Nobody was happy to see Strachan limp to the sidelines on Friday night.

Storybook end for T-C's Walker.

Perhaps the most joy I gleaned from this championship season, however, was from Tri-County's march to the win over Blue Hills. Three seasons prior to this one, I announced the first game played by T-C quarterback Declan Walker; he had been called upon in a pinch by new Cougars' coach Andy Gomes to start just in his second game as a freshman, with very little preparation for the job. In that game against Nashoba Valley Tech in Franklin, Walker marched his team confidently to a touchdown in his very first possession.

It's not often that you get to put the bookends together like that, but there I was Wednesday, watching that young man play the last varsity game of his career and throw for 146 yards, going over the 2,000-yard passing plateau for the season, and leading his team to a second straight voke bowl championship.

Both Walker and fellow senior and North Attleboro native Nick O'Brien had magnificent seasons, the latter going well over 1,000 yards in both rushing and receiving as the Cougars finished 11-1. And they did it without being able to play at home. Construction of the new Tri-County RVTHS on the current site has rendered the football field unusable, but Xaverian Brothers High School in Westwood (where former Norton High coach and AD Ted Currle is the athletic director) stepped forward and let the Cougars play in the Hawk Bowl all season long. There was definitely a storybook quality to the Cougars' season, and I was happy to see the ending turn out as everyone had dreamed it would.

And that brings me to Bishop Feehan. I had the privilege of announcing their big win over BC High at midseason, and I've always kept an eye upon the terrific career of Owen Mordas, the Norton lad that started at quarterback for his entire four-year career. I, like many others, were hoping for the Sisters of Mercy to provide a miracle on Saturday against a school that seemingly pulls in its athletes from all corners of the state (and then some), and had won three of the last four D2 Super Bowls when everyone on the planet knows that the Knights really should be playing in D1.

A rare moment of joy for Feehan against CM.

Despite a brief glimmer of hope when Mordas spied Andrew Orphanos open in the end zone for a 7-yard score and a 7-7 tie early in the game, it was not to be. CM took control of the game, as it always seems to do, and won 41-14 in what was probably the least competitive game of all eight played at Gillette. Lucky me, that was the one I got to call.

I have a strict policy not to be overly critical of high school kids playing sports. They are not pros and deserve in almost every circumstance to be cut some slack for just about anything -- except maybe the most egregious departures from sportsmanship and fair play. So I will bite my tongue and restrain my typing fingers over what I am about to say.

Maybe it was the slap in the face of surrendering an early touchdown to a team they didn't take all too seriously, but it was obvious for all to see in the stadium and on live TV that the Knights didn't like it. And they started playing like it. Watch the replay again, either the version on patriots.com or our North TV version once it's archived this week, and you will see plenty of instances of taunting and dirty play by the winning team as it reclaimed the momentum and built the blowout. 

It was embarrassing and infuriating. It certainly made the D2 game the worst of them all. And at one point in the telecast, I did go off on an angered soliloquy about the behavior I was seeing -- but I made a point of assigning the blame exactly where it belonged.

Squarely upon the shoulders of the head coach.

You see, I remember the days when CM was just another struggling football school, its program mired deeply in the shadow of its very successful basketball program. CM was the school you called if you needed to fill a hole in your schedule with an easy win, and many of our local schools did just that a few decades ago.

Well, obviously, there was a segment of the CM alumni cabal that wanted to change that. So they lured John DiBiaso away from Everett High, where he had built a D1 powerhouse, and gave him a blank check to build a winner.

DiBiaso did exactly that. He has been at CM for eight years now and has a 77-10 record there, bringing his career record of wins to 381 over 30 head coaching seasons. Obviously, the guy knows what he's doing. 

But I and my fellow observers in the North TV booth at Gillette also observed that he clearly didn't give two shits about the behavior of his team. I could use all sorts of adjectives to describe it, and because of the multicultural makeup of the CM roster, some might accuse me of racism for being even remotely critical. Think what you will, folks, but this is now the fourth Super Bowl I've seen from Catholic Memorial and it's not the first time I've seen that behavior -- although this was clearly the worst example of all. And during the game, I practically screamed that it was time for DiBiaso, as the authority figure in charge, to get control over his team.

I don't think the Edmund Rice Christian Brothers teach that sort of public comportment in the classrooms.

I will also note that I was thoroughly impressed with the play and the demeanor of CM quarterback Kise Flannery, a very talented and successful young man that will be taking his talents to Harvard next year. I watched video of four of his games in preparation for this one, and each time I came away fully in awe of his skills and his leadership. There's the fellow that should have been the poster boy for CM's victory on Saturday, and in my opinion, it's a damned shame that the undisciplined play of some of his teammates tarnished the effort even in the slightest.

Maybe it's time for the MIAA to take a stand. I don't think the state association has the sack to stop CM from looking all over creation for athletes as if it was an independent prep school, but it should simply force to CM to play at the same level as 99 percent of the rest of the Catholic Conference, in Division 1.

And if that sounds like sour grapes that Feehan didn't win, so be it. I don't see Feehan as "another cheating Catholic" as some might claim -- its co-ed enrollment of about 1,100 students is made up quite differently than the all-male behemoths that raise eyebrows in D1. In fact, if not for the MIAA rules that force Feehan to play up a division because it is a faith-based regional school, the Shamrocks should have been doing battle with like-sized schools such as North Attleboro, Mansfield, KP, Marshfield, Barnstable and Hingham in D3.

Sad it is that the last game of the year left that sour taste in my mouth, but I'm still very pleased and proud that the Shamrocks got to the last game, as everyone in the Feehan community and our area in general should be.

** I'm hoping someone might answer a question for me.

Ever since I was a mere tyke, the TV station at the top of the VHF dial (and I know nobody knows what that is any more) was Boston's Channel 2. WGBH-TV, or what we called back in the day, "educational television." Obviously, that station still exists as one of the anchors of the Corporation for Public Broadcasting, an association of television and radio stations of like mission that provide news, information and entertainment that some would call "highbrow" in content. PBS gave us Sesame Street and Masterpiece Theatre and a lot of intelligent programming in-between, including magnificent documentaries such as Ken Burns' recent look at the American Revolution. 

Even if you don't pay attention to its programming, PBS probably rang a bell for you because it's been in the news lately. Our lord and master, King Donald the First, managed to yank all federal funding away from the Corporation for Public Broadcasting. 

Trump hates any sort of independent voice that would accurately point out that he is rapidly turning the United States into a dictatorship, and his only recourse with PBS was to pull federal support away from it -- which is why the lists of supporting corporations and foundations that you hear before every PBS program has grown longer and longer in recent months.

GBH, fighting the good fight.

Anyway, as I said, WGBH has been one of the founders and driving forces behind the Corporation for Public Broadcasting -- or, as they call it these days, just GBH. And that has puzzled me a little because as far as I know, it's still a broadcast station governed by the rules and regulations of the Federal Communications Commission -- another federal entity that has been weaponized by Trump against what he calls "wokeness," although that's a complaint for another day.

What puzzled me was why they have removed the "W" from the call letters -- and, given the changes in broadcasting these days, if you don't know what call letters are or why they exist, in a nutshell, they are the three- or four-letter identifying names given to North American broadcasting stations. In the U.S., most radio and TV stations on the eastern side of the Mississippi River start with W, such as WBZ, WCVB, WJAR and so on. In the west, most start with K, such as KABC, KCBS and KTLA in Los Angeles (although one of the oldest broadcast stations in the country, KDKA, hails from Pittsburgh).

Canada and Mexico have their own similar call-letter system, too. Canada uses CF, CH, CJ and CK and just two more letters as identifiers, holding to the four-letter format as there are far fewer broadcast outlets north of the border. Mexican stations similarly start with XE or XH.

(An aside: I do work in TV these days, but because North TV is a local cable station and not a broadcasting entity sending our signal out to Alpha Centauri via radio waves, we don't have call letters. I think it would be cool if we were WNTV, but those are apparently the call letters for a real TV station which operates out of Greenville, S.C., and carries PBS programming over Channel 29.)

New swag! Be a winner!

Anyway, because I am sometimes inexplicably obsessed with finding answers to questions of dubious importance, I was relieved to find that, for the purpose of legality, WGBH is still WGBH in the eyes of the broadcasting powers-that-be. I looked on their website to check that out. But I could not find out when or why they dropped the W from their corporate branding. It's probably because for as long as I've been around, people just referred to the station in everyday parlance as "'GBH," dropping the W out of convenience or haste.

If someone knows the reason why, please drop me a line at the email address that always appears at the bottom of these missives. If you'd like to include your name and mailing address in the email, the first one that responds correctly (and I will check with GBH to confirm) will receive one of my spiffy new green-and-gold "The Owner's Box ... After Dark" winter hats in return.

** Speaking of the Asshole-in-Chief, it just seems to me that every time I believe we've reached the limit of the embarrassment that can be caused to this country by President Donald von Shitzenpantz, he tops it. 

The latest bad joke: The "FIFA Peace Prize."

The most recent example was the international soccer federation's presentation to him of the "FIFA Peace Prize" by the organization's president, Gianni Infantino -- whose name I confused in an earlier typing with that of the late and great Carmine Infantino, the comic-book artist that brought The Flash to life in the pages of DC Comics when that character was revived and re-envisioned in 1956. Many apologies to THAT Infantino family.

Talk about your all-time suck-ups! FIFA, apparently terrified that Trump's anti-immigration policies will threaten the success of the upcoming World Cup games in the U.S. (seven of which are to be at Gillette Stadium in Foxboro), seized upon the Mango Führer's disappointment at again being rejected for a Nobel Peace Prize by creating one of its own to massage the fragile ego of our Cheeto Benito.

Indeed, they have reason to be fearful about waves of ICE thugs yanking individuals out of the stadium waiting lines and sending them to gulags in the dark of night. There are already rumblings that international ticket sales will suffer (as well as associated travel industries) from the climate of fear Trump and his evil minions created in what used to be the Land of the Free.

But the "FIFA Peace Prize?" REALLY??? From one of the most corrupt organizations in the history of this planet? This is supposed to be something that anyone should take seriously? 

You know, there's a reason why they're called "soccer riots."

Better it should have been called the "FIFA Piss Prize," as that was probably what was running down Donald's leg when he received it. Besides, that's the way Melania would pronounce it anyway.

** I now have three things at the top of my list of things that make me immediately turn off the sound on whatever I'm listening to at the moment:

        1. The "1-877-Kars-for-Kids" jingle,

        2. Any commercial that starts with, "Hi, it's your favorite president, Donald J. Trump ..." and,

        3. Any mention at all of "Lane Kiffin."

** The North TV winter sports schedule came to me this morning, and I'll be a busy boy.

Alex Salachi and I will bring you four King Philip basketball games, two apiece from the boys and girls, and the North-based crew will have two others for those that follow the men and women of Metacomet. Del Malloy and I will also have two Bishop Feehan girls' games for you, for which I've been lobbying for some time now. And I've got quite a few hockey games as well.

Other than those, Alex and I will be bringing the bulk of the Mansfield High home basketball schedule to the world via Mansfield Cable Access, both boys and girls. And we'll even show up for a few games of the Foxboro girls over the course of the season. Not bad for a couple of codgers -- one of whom turns 72 tomorrow.

Hint: It's not me. Not yet, anyway,

See you around the gyms, my friends.

MARK FARINELLA climbed many more rows of bleachers to reach press boxes this season than his aching knees would have preferred. Send along advice about knee replacement surgery to him at theownersbox2020@gmail.com.