I don’t know their names.
I could get off my lazy butt and ask them, but two things I never liked very much about being a reporter was butting into people’s personal affairs and having to do … actual … work.
So, I’ll let the photos of John Fisken do most of the work for me, as he gives us a brief window into the night of two of Coupeville High School basketball’s most dedicated fans.
They are at every game, in the same part of the bleachers, boys or girls, win or loss.
He is a dead-eye long-ball shooter who starts nervously bouncing in his seat as the moments tick down until the halftime half-court shot contest starts. I have seen him win at least three times, returning to the stands, hands over head, waving another memento for what has to be a very large t-shirt collection.
She has been known to needle the refs, but does it in a way where her words hit home without permanently marking the very thin skin of the men and women who wear the whistles.
They have their notebook (for keeping stats, I assume). They have their snacks — Cup o’ Noodles and candy bars. They take great delight in being in place to lob the warm-up balls to the players as they come back to the court.
They enjoy themselves, night in and night out. Many people know them and they know many people. They are an integral part of the experience.
I could butt in. I could ask them their names. I could find out their story.
But I already know the most important fact. They are Wolves, through and through.
What more do I need to know?









































































