Coupeville Sports

Vote “A” for the immortal Mr. Ed.

Vote “B” for The Dark Overlord.

Vote “C” for “Little Help? Guys? Guys…”

  Vote “D” for “I saw Hoosiers … once. I would have called the kid for traveling and waved off the game-winning basket just to see folks cry.”

   Vote “E” for “The Final Word.” Cause give her credit, she never, ever, ever, EVER backs down.

Who do you fear?

In Coupeville that’s a complicated question, as least when it comes to high school basketball referees.

Cause we fear them all.

Over the past couple of seasons, refs have trod a painful path of tears across the CHS gym court.

We’re not talking a trivial call here or there, but night after night of a sustained, gut-wrenching, game-blowing, gym-fleeing-in-record-time body of work.

And, while it’s been slightly better this season (no one has allowed a visiting player to remain in the game AFTER throwing a punch at a Wolf player’s head a foot away from a ref this year, so that’s a start), there’s still enough to allow us to merrily grumble.

And yes, I’m sure these refs — with maybe one exception — are good, upstanding folks who take way too much crap for what they’re earning.

There’s even a couple of really solid men and women on the job, again putting up with our crap. We see them far too infrequently.

But we have become so scarred here in Cow Town, by on-court actions and back-room whisperings, that I doubt there is a single die-hard fan who doesn’t immediately lock on to the ref crew when it appears in the gym doorway.

Sometimes there are sighs, sometimes agonized screams of “Sweet Lord in Heaven, they’re still lettin’ Mr. Ed out without his seeing-eye dog?!!?!?”

So, let’s play a little game.

From the photos assembled above, cast your votes for which ref you absolutely, positively hate to see darken our gym.

Vote early, vote often. Work out your aggression in a constructive manner.

The poll is open for 48 hours (closes 10 PM Christmas Eve) and there are no limits on how often you vote.

Let the dark side flow from you, my sons and daughters of Wolf Nation and emerge into the rest of basketball season cleansed.

Unless they see this and get really, really pissed and … oh, yeah, the whole seeing-eye dog thing. I think we’re safe.