Coupeville Sports

     Bob was not impressed with my 15 seconds of internet fame and threatened to leap to his death if I told the story again. So I ate him and we both got what we wanted.

So, apparently, King’s High School football coach Jim Shapiro knows who I am. Sort of.

Imagine my surprise this morning when I went to watch a bit of the recorded version of last night’s live internet stream (https://new.livestream.com/accounts/1336759/events/1619511) of the Coupeville-King’s football game and five minutes in, the King’s announcers were name-dropping me (and pronouncing my last name correctly!)

Seems that Shapiro had read one of my articles here on the site, the one where I called for Coupeville to pull off the upset of the century, and had passed the piece around. So, now, the announcers were talking about it, and, starting at the 31:20 mark, read the entire piece on-air.

I am blushing over here.

And, I also have to say, the announcers (there was a Tom and another guy — never caught any last names) were pretty entertaining, even when they weren’t talking about me. They had an easy-going stream of consciousness going on, sort of like Caleb Valko and Kole Kellison deliver from the press box during Wolf JV football games, and it was fun.

Sure, they were mildly condescending when they talked about the Wolves, other than a nice word or two about Jake Tumblin and Anthony Maggio. But, when your team is rolling to a 51-7 victory and, by the middle of the first quarter, you’re already looking ahead to a battle of unbeaten teams the following week, with King’s hosting Lakewood for the Cascade Conference title, it was obvious they weren’t paying complete attention to the action on the field.

But listen to them long enough and you got:

“We will not talk about nachos tonight!”

“I can not read this program. Man, they used a weird font on this program … or maybe I’m just getting old.”

“It’s good to see coach in shorts two weeks in a row now. No pants! Hey, tell that holy butt pants story…”

“I had the weirdest dream last night. There were UFOs…”

In between, they gushed about the dinner of Penn Cove mussels and Wasabi burgers they had eaten at a local restaurant, reminisced about the time one of them had come to Coupeville as a junior high basketball coach and ticked off the locals by having his players repeatedly foul the Coupeville kids and paid tribute to the admittedly large Wolf cheer squad.

“They’ve got like what, 30 girls over there? About as many girls as they have in the whole town?”

Then they read my story.

They might be an acquired taste if you’re not a King’s diehard, but, hey, I’m a fan now.