Coupeville Sports

And now I’m cheesed off again.

Every time I think I’ve gotten past my hatred of the morons in Moosejaw who bought the Whidbey Examiner and then, in one twitch of a data entry person’s finger, erased three years worth of my bylines, I find a new reason to let my annoyance run free again.

When they flipped the Examiner’s web site to resemble that of the News-Times (and every other corporate drone paper Black Press owns), most of my bylines vanished in an instance, replaced by that of Vincent Nattress, an accomplished local chef who had written three articles to my 41,209.

When I raised this “quirk” with the Evil Empire, they responded by simply disabling all the links.

Bam! Problem solved! I never existed!

And so the Examiner, the plucky paper that could (until carpetbaggers sold it to robber barons), became irrelevant in an instant. Three years worth of history, gone, vanished off this thing called the internet.

You know, the internet, the thing that the kids actually read, unlike your yellowing bound volumes from 1912.

So let’s say you want to look up the biggest event in Central Whidbey sports in the last three years. Let’s say you want to go back to July 24, 2010, a day when the little town of Coupeville beat the big boys and won a state little league title.

A day when Korbin and Brian and Ben and Morgan and Jake and the Aarons and a lot of other guys beat Goliath.

A day when we were the champs.

A day that will stand in local memories forever.

Let’s say you want to go back and look at all the stories I wrote during that voyage, of the wins, of the comebacks, of the rallies, of the community effort to raise funds.

Let’s say you want to do that.

Well, forget about it, because Canada couldn’t give a crap.

Try going on the Examiner web site and looking up “little league,” “Central Whidbey Little League” or “state champs.” Heck, try looking up “baseball.”

And what do you get?

Yep, a 404 error that simply states: “We’re Canadian. We don’t give a crap about your history.”

And they wonder why we call them hosers, eh?