Coupeville Sports

So, there I was, minding my own business, when I heard a commotion from the kitchen.

I went to investigate and discovered that Bob, the lead banana in my fruit bowl, was throwing a fit. It seems he had taken a look at a Coupeville High School volleyball roster that I had left on the counter, and, gobsmacked by what he saw, had attempted to throw himself onto the offending paper.

At first I knew not what had upset him so terribly, until I looked closer and saw it for myself.

Right there in black and white (and all season long, something I confirmed by looking back at rosters from previous games), CHS had been misspelling their own coach’s name.

The horror! The horror!

Unless, this whole time, Toni Crebbin was actually just an alias and Tini Cribbin was her real name.

Which made me wonder what else she might be hiding from her past. Was she in the witness relocation program, on the run after a lifetime of mob hits? Had she been a Celine Dion impersonator back East and just wanted a fresh start, someplace where her heart could go on (and be devoted to volleyball, instead)?

Questions. So many questions.

And probably the biggest one of them all — when exactly on this slow Sunday had I lost my marbles?