Contributed by Joe Lippo.
In the end, it was not to be.
Sedro Woolley overpowered Central Whidbey in the only finals game to be played, 17-1. That’s not to say that they didn’t have help, but there is no reason to write about it here and sully an otherwise fantastic season for the boys from Coupeville.
Central finishes second overall in District 11 play, and perhaps more important, they can say that they are Island County’s best Majors baseball squad.
This is the deepest into any tournament any Majors team from Central Whidbey has gone that anyone can remember, and it was a great year for a lot of these kids overall.
There were five kids who hit their first ever home run this season, and I know I keep beating this one into the ground, but this is perhaps the biggest, most important hurdle for a young baseball player.
There were shutouts pitched, fences hit, impossible comebacks (including one between the Coupeville squads where one came back from 11 runs down to force a tie as the game was called for darkness), blown saves, great saves, running catches, diving catches, backhand catches, digs, jumps, slides, dives, pick-offs, strikeouts, bats thrown, batters hit, bases stolen and plays that made fans from either team gasp in awe.
We had an instance where a boy got his very first hit and very first catch in the outfield in the same game.
We had the boys drifting over to cheer on the girls softball after their game ended and vice versa.
These boys are also getting old enough to know when the umpire blows a call and they take them to task for it (however briefly).
Some quips (and I wish I had these on tape):
“He got me in the chest after my foot hit the bag.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“No, seriously, he was out.”
“Can I challenge that?”
“The base moved, I should be safe” (Ump says “you are”, kid says “Oh, ok”)
“This isn’t softball.”
“Can I get my coach out here?”
“You weren’t even looking!”
Nobody was ejected from the game for misconduct. There was laughter, tears, face-palms, high fives, low fives, hugs, coaches censoring themselves, fans NOT censoring themselves, offers of glasses to umpires, sweat, blood, Gatorade, Powerade, Kool-Ade and even a little drool from stuffing in too much gum/jerky/seeds.
I don’t know what the Majors are going to look like next year with a lot of these kids moving to Juniors (where everything changes), but then again, this author will be contributing mostly Juniors baseball and softball articles to this blog.
And now, my All-Star is passed out on the couch, and I think there’s room for me over there.
See you soon…



















































