
In this photo by Wendy McCormick, Wolf netters Zane Bundy (left) and Connor McCormick give future opponents a preview of the Gaze ‘o Death that awaits them over the next four years. “We’re coming for you, and you are not ready for the destruction we are bringing!”
We are at war.
On one side of town — a giant media corporation funded by filthy, filthy Canadian money (well, until they buy me out, then it’s sweet, sweet Canadian cash).
On the other side of town, coming to you from a bunker under Penn Cove, on a computer powered by three small hamsters, one of whom just passed out and jammed the server, the free voice of the people — coupevillesports.com!!
Like Patrick Swayze and Lea Thompson before us (“Wolverines!!”), we are stickin’ it to The Man, only instead of shooting them in the knee-caps, we’re just symbolically knee-capping them. At least that’s our cover story.
And how are we doing this? How can one man take down a giant corporate behemoth?
With a little help from the public, that’s how.
I’m doing this in my spare time, and while it would be nice to get out and cover all the events in person, I am not paid handsomely and showered in benefits by my Canadian Corporate Overlords. So, I need your help.
And I’ve been getting it.
Thanks to people like Shelli Trumbull, Maryann Engle, Kim Andrews and, as of an hour ago, Wendy McCormick, who are all allowing me to poach sports photos from their Facebook pages, we have shiny, happy pics of Coupeville athletes to go with my rantings and ravings.
This is how a revolution is started. One person at a time. Every one who provides coupevillesports.com with pics, or stats, or a heads-up about a story (and, unlike Big Brother down the street, we DO want JV, middle school and lil’ kid stuff, which is why we had 24 names in our most recent boys’ tennis story, while the Other Guys had just 12!) fires a shot for freedom, for anarchy in the streets.
I am here for you, the parents and students and fans of Coupeville. Use Facebook, email me at davidsvien@hotmail.com or drop stuff in my mailbox at 145 N. Sherman (it’s a big mail box, so baked goods fit nicely in there…).
Who’s afraid of the Canadian Corporate Overlords? Not me, as long as I have a town behind me.











































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