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Graphic courtesy Christopher Dahl.

Graphic courtesy Christopher Dahl/WinningSeasons

Next Saturday, Sid Otton will take aim at a sixth state title.

The winningest coach in Washington state high school football history, he is now in his 40th year at my true alma mater, Tumwater High School.

While preaching NGUNNGU (Never Give Up, Never Never Give Up) he and the T-Birds have won five state titles — the first one coming in 1987, sparked by my classmates like Larry Quartano and Sean Modun — and the most recent in 2010.

Next weekend, unbeaten Tumwater meets unbeaten arch-rival Lynden (the only team to ever beat THS in a state title game) for the 2A title. It’ll be the T-Birds seventh appearance in a championship game.

And, as my ninth grade health teacher wraps up his 46th year as a head football coach, Whidbey Island has to wonder — what could have been.

Before the four years he spent in Colfax and the 40 in Tumwater, Otton spent his first two years stalking the sidelines right here in Coupeville.

His first game, in 1967, was a 12-6 loss to Granite Falls, a school the Wolves still play all these years later. The only difference is Coupeville was B-11 and Granite 1A at the time, and 46 years later both schools have moved up a slot to 1A and 2A, respectively.

In an article in The Olympian in September, Otton was quoted by writer Meg Wochnick about his brief time in the red and black:

“You’re young, out of college and you’re really excited. It was a neat experience,” Otton said. “My wife (Marjean, then age 20) would go scouting with me to all the games.

“The people there were really nice. It was a quick learning experience.”

So, what if he had stayed? What if there was no Colfax, no Tumwater? Would Coupeville be the premier football school in the state?

Would Otton have worked his magic with players bearing the last names Sherman, Bagby and King instead of Gurnsey, Lowe and Hicks?

What could have been…

Graphic above courtesy:

http://www.christopherdahl.com/

http://www.winningseasons.net/index.php

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"I am the one who plays the bass!"

Savanna Dohner: American Badass (Jenn Dohner photos)

Savanna Dohner, American badass. (Jenn Dohner photos)

“I am the one who plays the bass!”

Rock star disguised as a high school student.

Rock star disguised as a high school student.

Savanna Dohner was born to be a star.

With two outgoing parents to set an example, including a mom who spends many of her nights shooting cutting-edge rockers live on stage with her ever-clicking camera, she had a great start.

Toss in a gaggle of older sisters, all fairly creative in their own right, and the stage was set.

A natural wonder with a bass in her hands, and the rare ninth-grader who looks like she stepped off a fashion runway while still acting like the goofy teenager next door, Dohner will put Coupeville on the map. It’s only a matter of time.

She works with professional axe man Jeff Rouse, who has played bass for bands such as Alien Crime Syndicate and Duff McKagen’s Loaded, and has already received offers to step up off the Island and play in the big city.

Jeff is pretty much the raddest guy I know. He completely gets me as a musician and a person,” Dohner said. “When I play with him we come up with the most wicked bass lines and songs.

“He has taught me not only how to play like a rocker, but how to hold myself in the business, because the music business is definitely a scary place,” she added. “As far as bands go, I have promised myself to wait until the right one comes along. But I’m just gonna go with the flow and see where life takes me.”

It’s a journey she knew she always wanted to take, right from the days when she started working the crowd in kindergarten.

“Music is the only thing I’ve every shown interest in and it makes me feel more alive than anything else can,” Dohner said. “Even when I was about five I cut out pieces of paper and wrote in crayon “1 free concert ticket to see Savanna” and handed them out EVERYWHERE.

“I know it’s a hard business to get into but I’ll make it work; it’ll take dedication, time, and hope,” she added. “But I’ll make it happen because it’s the only thing I will ever be happy doing; music has my heart and it always will.”

Along with her work with Rouse, and often following mom Jenn Dohner into the camera pits at rock shows, Savanna finds time to fine-tune her musical skills with her classmates as well.

She’s in her fourth year of playing with the school band, and has dabbled with drums and keyboards, while always returning to her beloved bass.

“I started mainly because I love music. I always have and I always will,” Dohner said. “I’ve been raised on music, whether it was punk, rap, country, classic, jazz or alternative. I was exposed to it all.

“I enjoy learning a different aspect of music; without band I’d probably just be reading tabs constantly,” she added. “Even though I really hated learning to read music and learning the notes, it’s improved my playing by 100%.”

But, while she plays what the class requires, there’s a rocker always waiting to break free and get the long, golden hair swinging.

When the CHS freshmen put together a ’90s-themed float for Homecoming, some of the participants might have been just pretending to be playing along to the music.

Dohner was windmilling the bass for real, hair flying in the fog in a scene that would have brought a tear of joy to the members of Soundgarden and Pearl Jam if they wandered by.

“I love the sensation you get in a song when you hit a gnarly bass line that just makes your fingers feel on fire!,” Dohner exclaimed. “That’s the music that makes me forget quite literally everything except me, my bass and the music I’m playing and that’s an extraordinary thing to feel.

“It’s what I’ll be playing forever!”

While she still has most of her high school days to get through, Dohner already has her sights set firmly on the future. The moment the diploma hits her hands, she plans to be on the ferry to Seattle, bass in hand.

Wherever the music takes her, she has her head set right, and knows the value of those who have, and will continue to, support her, financially and emotionally.

“I’ve had so many impacts on my life, so obviously I’ll start with my family; without them I’d be nowhere,” Dohner said. “That’s quite literal too; without my dad (Brent) supporting my crazy dreams and helping a little financially (maybe not just a little…) I’d be without all my gorgeous gear.”

She also gives big props to two families who have helped shape her budding career, the Kertsons, which includes son Jason, a rising singer who she’s worked with, and the Savoias, who are music photographers.

“I have had the honor to jam with Jason Kertson a few times and learned so many things from his mad skills,” Dohner said. “Then became friends with his mom whom I absolutely ADORE and his dad, who is pretty hardcore himself. The Savoias have supported me and my career completely and totally.”

But the figure that looms largest in her life is her mother, the woman who opened her ears to the possibilities of music and has been there beside her daughter every step of the way.

“She has been so forgiving of the countless times I have kept her up at night rocking out, saying “Please mom! Just five more minutes!,” Dohner said. “Along with driving me hours on end to lessons, jam sessions, and band tryouts.

“This girl has been through heck to support me and get me to where I am! Thanks mom!”

While she plays the game when it comes to school (“I always strive to get the best grades possible because better grades means happier parents. Ha!”), music is her life. Plain and simple.

“My time is mainly used to either daydream about my career of being a rocker, along with actually doing the things that will make it happen.”

She reels off an impressive list of favorite bands, with Weezer, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Sick Puppies, 30 Seconds To Mars, Nirvana, The Ramones, Guns ‘n Roses and Blink-182 the first ones to rumble from her lips.

One day, soon, other highly-creative young women looking for influences will be adding her name to the play-list.

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Superstar.

Legendary.

This has nothing to do with sports. It’s far more important than that.

Today, thirty years ago, a baby was born. Probably a lot of babies were born that day, on Nov. 18, 1983, but this one mattered more than most.

I’m going to say she was probably fairly bald at the time, and the blond locks hadn’t come in yet.

But I’m sure the radiance that flows from her, the sheer loveliness that is there in every pore, the brilliant brain synapses firing at breakneck speed, were all already present.

Nov. 18, 1983, Kelsey Simmons entered the world and instantly it was a better place.

Not just for her parents Roger and Debi, and, later, for younger brother Jake, but for all those who would meet her in the coming years.

She is bold. She is Earth-shaking. She is wonderful.

She has already accomplished much. Proud alum of the University of Washington. World traveler. Companion/Food Provider/Ear Scratcher to Sitka, the World’s Most Talented Dog.

Owner of her own successful high-end business revolutionizing the world one elegant, perfectly-chosen window covering at a time — Kelsey Simmons Design. (http://www.kelseysimmonsdesign.com/Kelsey_Simmons_Design/Home.html)

And yes, you should go hire her. Now. Before she gets Oprah famous and you have to wait months for a meeting.

All of that, though, will pale next to what she does in the coming years. Of that, I have no doubt.

I think, sometimes, Kelsey doesn’t realize quite how awesome others think she is.

Maybe she’s being modest, or maybe she just needs to put her smartphone down once in awhile and look around and see the awe she brings forth in others.

Whether she is in a small town or a bustling city, she stands out. Always.

There is the transcendent beauty, a timeless elegance which will never fade and only grow richer (she is the “belle fleur,”) but it’s more than that.

In good mood or bad, clad in impeccable high fashion or that one day where she’s rumored to have worn yoga pants to work cause “screw it,” Kelsey dazzles. She entrances. She inspires.

Whatever slice of time a person gets to spend with her is irreplaceable. It is the best part of any day. Fragments of time which will stay with you forever.

Moments that make the world brighter, more alive.

Cause that’s what she does. Make the world a better place.

Happy birthday, Kelsey Rae. You are truly, wonderfully amazing.

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"Oh, is that a camera you have in your hand? How ... interesting."

“Oh, is that a camera you have in your hand? How very … interesting.” 

McKayla Bailey is the best. The absolute best.

No one at Coupeville High School can touch her for the title of Photo Bomb Ruler of the Universe. She is uncanny in her knowledge of where the camera is and when to slide into the picture at the last moment.

And yes, the Wolf junior, who celebrates her birthday today, is also a very good soccer, basketball and softball player, which is all good and fine.

But, in terms of generating page views, it’s her mad photo bomber skills that fuel the fire over here at coupevillesports.com.

Because, as they say, “She’s gold, Jerry! Gold!!”

Never change, McKayla. Never.

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Sylvia Arnold and the next generation of Wolf cheerleaders, her nieces. (Courtney Arnold photo)

Sylvia Arnold and the next generation of Wolf cheerleaders, her nieces. (Courtney Arnold photos)

Yep, no doubt whose family they're from.

Yep, no doubt whose family they’re from.

She finished the way you knew she would, with a smile covering her entire face.

Bringing a close to a stellar 20-year run as Coupeville High School’s indefatigable cheer coach, Sylvia Arnold went out by bringing down the house.

As her successor, Cheridan Eck, watched from above with a smile of her own, swaying along to the beat, Arnold and her Wolf cheer squad joined with a huge mob of elementary school girls — there were 113 cheerleaders on the field at halftime Friday — to put on a rousing, well-received show.

Still hugging each and every one of her girls, current, future or past, long after the show, and the game, had ended, Miss Sylvia bowed out with grace, humility and one final ear-splitting “Let’s go, Wolves” cheer that could only come from her well-conditioned lungs.

The queen has left the building, but her legacy will live on for generations.

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