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"They call me Mr. Dandy, cause I got all the candy!!" (John Fisken photos)

“They call me Mr. Dandy, cause I got all the candy!!” (John Fisken photo)

(Shelli Trumbull photo)

  Brothers from another mother? “Stop pouting, Tumblin. Mom likes me best cause I’m handsome and successful and you’re just lucky I let you hang out with me.” (Shelli Trumbull photo)

The Man. The myth. The legend.

The Man. The myth. The legend.

Few coaches, if any, had as much fun as Willie Smith.

The Coupeville High School hardball guru, who called it a career Tuesday after 19 seasons at the helm of the Wolf baseball program, was Cow Town’s Alfred E. Neuman.

Even at his most intense, and some losses ripped visibly at his very soul, Smith was always 1.3 seconds away from busting out a huge grin.

He took the games seriously, and had great success across three sports at CHS — girls’ basketball, football and baseball — but never bought into the myth of the coach being infallible and unapproachable.

“I don’t need to be in any Hall of Fames, cause I’m in every Hall of Shame!!” Smith said, then rocked backwards in his chair laughing.

Whether he was bribing rival third basemen by tossing candy at them or winning a one-sided water gun fight against his basketball players, Smith enjoyed every moment he proudly wore the red and black.

And it almost didn’t happen.

The pride of Sequim had a first interview in Coupeville where the sense of humor that would one day endear him to the town fell with a thud on the unamused ears of the interview board.

Exiting the room he told wife Cherie “I will NEVER work in this town!!”

Never say never.

Coaching basketball and football in his home town, he was about to give up pursuing a teaching gig when a second, unexpected crack at Whidbey Island opened up.

Interviewed on a Thursday, left to suffer through a Saturday football practice while a fellow coach knew he had already been hired but let him hang, he came home to the phone call that would change his life.

Well, the second call.

The first was from his father, who got a loud “DAAAAADDDD! Get off the phone!!!!,” followed by a slam.

“I might have said sorry later. Might have…”

The Smith family moved on a Monday, school started on a Tuesday and a whirlwind of teaching (he plans to remain at CHS in that capacity) and coaching was off and going.

He led the girls’ basketball program from 1993-2000, becoming the first CHS girls’ hoop coach to ever win a game at the state tourney.

With his wife by his side for much of that run, he changed the culture of the program and kick-started what grew into the most successful sport in Coupeville.

“I loved it. Loved, loved, loved it,” Smith said with a huge smile. “Most fun I ever had coaching.

“Girls buy into it more than boys sometimes. Boys want to be the superstar, girls work together and sacrifice more readily for the team.”

He had big stars like Zenovia Barron, Ann Pettit, Ashley Bagby-Ellsworth, Tina Lyness and a young Brianne King, but got huge moments out of role players as well.

Jaime Rasmussen, who hit the free throws that iced the school’s first-ever win at state, was a defensive-minded scrapper who rose to the moment in the biggest game of her life.

“That was a group of girls patterned after my own heart: tough, disciplined, team oriented, and with a fair amount of goofiness,” Smith said in a retrospective years later.

“It illustrates why I loved coaching that team — we had Lyness, Bagby and King, three of the biggest names in girls basketball, and it was Jaime who got us going and it was those three girls that kept feeding her the ball.”

At the same time he was building a hoops juggernaut Smith was working as an assistant coach for Wolf football (1994-2011) and baseball (95-96), before being semi-forced into taking the baseball helm during the 1997-1998 school year.

During his time on the diamond he won his fair share of games, took the Wolves to state more than once, earned the respect of Hall of Fame Coaches like Stan Taloff of ATM and Jim Waller of Oak Harbor (“To get that respect, to have them say, we like the way your players handle themselves, the way the program is run, means everything”) and, most importantly, had a huge impact on his players.

He doesn’t know how many victories he had, but he vividly remembers the moments.

Coaching both of his sons, James and Ian, was a particular highlight.

When Ian was a freshman, he hammered a home run and everyone came off the bench in celebration, with James, a senior, screaming “NOOOOOOOOO!!” in mock horror because his lil’ bro had beat him to the first homer of the season.

The memory, and a photo on his computer of both sons playing for Coupeville in a game at Sequim — completing the circle for their dad — evoke huge smiles.

Having coached for more than half his life, the 48-year-old Smith wanted to get out before he lost the passion.

He’ll still teach, still rock the mic at Wolf football games (“Balls … balls”) and doesn’t rule out returning to some form of coaching down the road.

But, for now, he wants to go to spring training, be able to go hunting without worrying about leaving a team in the lurch and spend more time with Cherie.

Will he write the tell-all book the world so desperately needs? We can only hope.

I know, for me, he has been the absolute gold standard.

A coach who, whether he was thrilled or shooting sparks from his ears, never did anything but tell us the flat truth.

Couldn’t always print what he said — and he knew that, with the grin creeping out as he regaled the media — but never dodged a question in his life.

Straight shooter. Builder of young women and men. Class act all the way.

Want to know who Willie Smith is?

During his final baseball season, I misread the schedule and thought Coupeville had gone to play in Meridian, so I sent him an email asking “How was your night?”

Most coaches would be “We didn’t play.”

Smith’s response?

“I had a lovely beef stroganoff and spent some quality time in the hot tub with an adult beverage. How was your night?!?!?!”

The Man. Always.

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Just a man and his sandwich, spending an afternoon at a track meet together. (Eileen Stone photo)

   Just a man and his lunch, spending a tasty afternoon at a track meet together. (Kristin Hurlburt photo)

Mitchell Losey is a man among men.

A sandwich-eatin’ beast who fears no cold cut, who backs down from no mayo-slathered challenge.

The culinary world belongs to the Coupeville High School junior track star (and his sturdy digestive tract).

We’re just nibblin’ along side him, while he’s out there dominating the game.

Well played, Mr. Losey. Well played.

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Hunter Hammer, All-American college track athlete and accomplished baby-sitter.

Hunter Hammer, All-American college track athlete and accomplished baby-sitter.

Hunter Hammer is a two-timer.

All-American that is. Two-time All-American.

The former Coupeville High School basketball and track legend finished third in the shot put at the National Christian College Athletic Association finals in Rome, Georgia this weekend, earning that status.

Representing Trinity Lutheran, his final throw in the shot put went 14.60 meters.

He was an All-American last year in the discus, an event he took 13th in this time around.

Hammer also placed fifth in the hammer throw (45.85 meters), and the ten points he earned accounted for more than half of his team’s 19 points.

The Trinity Lutheran men finished 15th in the team standings, with Shorter University taking home the NCCAA championship banner.

Hammer’s female teammates placed 22nd overall.

During his time as a Wolf, the six-foot-seven, wildly outgoing Hammer broke almost all of the school’s throwing records, while also being a dominant player for the boys’ basketball squad.

After graduation, he competed at Everett Community College for two seasons before joining the brand-new track program at Trinity.

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Nick Streubel, AKA The Big Hurt. (John Fisken photo)

Nick Streubel, AKA The Big Hurt. (John Fisken photo)

There was a brief moment when Nick Streubel was a little guy.

A very brief moment.

Nowadays, the Central Washington University football lineman, and former Wolf legend, is a weight room-approved beast whose muscular outer layer (barely) disguises the easy-going, super-friendly guy he really is.

One of my most enduring memories of The Big Hurt, who celebrates the big 1-9 today, came after a basketball game.

Streubel, the most physically imposing specimen on the CHS campus, was hanging out on the court with teammates, family and friends and the young son of Wolf assistant boys’ basketball coach Dustin Van Velkinburgh was among the entourage.

Lifting the little boy up into the heavens, Nick balanced him on his shoulders and handed him a ball, then moved over under the basket so the super-excited kid could try and dunk the ball.

As attempt after attempt failed, Streubel, huge smile splashed across his face, held the boy aloft, encouraging him.

Then, success, and The Big Hurt swept the boy to the floor and high-fived him halfway across the gym.

Of course, there was also the time after a game in Port Townsend, one played on a field of mud that smelled like cow manure.

Streubel, covered head to toe in the gunk (and unable to shower as the team made a dash for the last ferry) spotted Coach V and took off after him, intent on giving him a full-body hug.

Bowling over teammates, mud flying everywhere while Van Velkinburgh, laughing hysterically, did his best to evade him, Streubel made the dock itself shake.

The point of this all is that Nick, while a top athlete (football, basketball, track and before high school, as a swim sensation), is a better person.

He’s just a good guy, and that has always shone through.

Parents David and Nanette Streubel (and proud big sis Amanda) raised him the right way, and Nicholas earned the respect, admiration and friendship of many in Cow Town.

Of all the athletes who have signed college scholarships during the 25 years I’ve covered high school sports on Whidbey Island, I’m pretty sure I was happiest to see him write his name on the paper.

Happy birthday, Nick.

It was an honor to cover your athletic exploits and it’s always been a pleasure to know you.

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The wheels on Coupeville buses (this one was headed to state for softball) go round and round, driven by the best in the biz. (John Fisken photo)

   The wheels on Coupeville buses (this one was headed to state for softball) go round and round, driven by the best in the biz. (John Fisken photo)

Above and beyond the call of duty.

Spring sports, with its wild swings in weather, usually calls for athletes, coaches and fans to adapt. Normally, that just means waiting out a rain storm here or there.

Saturday, the situation was a lot more treacherous for those on the Coupeville High School track team, and their fan base, who had traveled to Eastern Washington for the 44th annual Cashmere Invitational, a 19-team super-meet.

Seven Wolves set PR’s while they were there, and junior Lathom Kelley won the 300 meter hurdles in his first-ever stab at the event.

Getting back to balmy Whidbey Island, however, wasn’t easy.

With texts coming to parents describing 18-feet of snow falling in the pass, of jackknifed semis and road conditions where the lines on the road had vanished, there was concern.

Through it all, one Coupeville bus driver stayed steady and did her job admirably, shepherding home the Wolves she was driving, and those who were following her trail.

Lincoln Kelley, who had gone to watch his son run, sent me the following email, which I’m running unedited:

Hey bro, I would like to see a tribute to our unsung hero …”The Bus Driver.”

This weekend, one Miss Yolanda Meek led a cavalry of cars and trucks over Stevens Pass in the late hours of April 11th, in which a snow/rain mix faded the vision from every driver’s seat.

She dropped chains and bared the pavement for the rest of us to bear the wretched commute in safety, even if it was 25 MPH!

In true spirit of a WOLF, she rose to the challenge and persevered!

I am impressed with her devotion to getting our athletes to these “big deal” competitions with no personal agenda.

ALL of our drivers deserve a public honoring … thanks!

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