Coupeville Sports

“This is … wedgie season!!”

Ten months. 1,100 articles. 714,212 photos. A billion exclamation points!!!!!

Well, the first two are true at least. I’m not 100% sure on the second pair, but they feel close and I have no desire to wade through 1,100 articles to count them, so we’ll call it close enough.

August 16, 2012 was when coupevillesports.com launched, and, despite frequently offending the folks down South Whidbey way (oh, and the ones at ATM and in that blight known as Sultan), we’re still going. And by we, I mean me.

Except that’s not entirely true.

While I have written 99.2% of the words on this site, the lifeblood has been the photos, which have come from every direction, from one-timers and repeat offenders alike, and all for free, as we, the people of Coupeville (and sometimes Oak Harbor and, yes, South Whidbey) band together and tell Canada to stuff it.

Black Press may own all of the “real” newspapers on the Island, but, even as the Canadian Corporate Overlords foot the bills from their headquarters in a strip mall in Moose Jaw, they can’t disguise one fact.

We’re kickin’ their fannies.

This site, and others like http://www.islandpolitics.org/ beat the Canuck-enslaved Whidbey News-Times, Whidbey Examiner and South Whidbey Record EVERY … SINGLE … DAY.

We break more stories. We tell more stories. We publish more photos. They are becoming less and less relevant and we are not going away.

We are faster. We are more in tune with what is happening behind the scenes. We know this Island, this town, better than they do.

The wonder of it is, I’m doing this in my spare-time (when I’m not crushing my tender typing fingers in the dish pit at Christopher’s on Whidbey) and my output still vastly dwarfs what ALL their highly-paid reporters are producing as a group.

And they slip further and further behind, and, on occasion, they resort to stealing our stories and our photos, then run and hide when they get called on it.

It’s June 16, 2013, ten months into the revolution. And guess what? The pedal can still go further to the floor.

Let the bodies hit the floor. Let the tears flow in Moose Jaw as they realize their beans aren’t worth as much as they thought they were.