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Jonathan Thurston

Jonathan Thurston deals the high, hard cheese. (John Fisken photos)

Thurston works

   Thurston (Batman shirt) brings the spirit along with running mates (l to r) Jimmy Myers, Uriel Liquidano and Aiden Crimmins.

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“I must destroy you.”

Don’t sleep on Jonathan Thurston.

The Coupeville High School senior, who celebrates a birthday today, may weigh about 17 pounds (after a big meal) but 16 pounds of that is heart.

He’s a rampaging beast on the football field, not afraid to hit (or be hit by) much heavier players, bouncing right back up after first holding on to the pass he went up to snag.

Thurston put together one of the better games I’ve seen by a Wolf in recent years.

It came in a JV game against 2A Anacortes last year, when he hauled in a pair of touchdown passes, pilfered an interception and spent much of the game backhanding the Seahawks, often times for real.

The visitors had a roster twice the size of Coupeville (at least) and some of their secondary tried to shove Thurston around.

Didn’t work, as he still made the snag on a throw over the top from Wolf QB Shane Losey, then shot up and knocked a pesky Seahawk on his butt as he strode back to the huddle, smiling all the way.

Thurston is an equal opportunity guy, also tossing some heat for the Wolf baseball squad and playing a vital role in the student cheering section at volleyball games.

Away from athletics, Jonathan seems like a pretty good dude, as well, smart, friendly and outgoing.

As he prepares for his final season on the gridiron, surrounded by his friends, we want to wish him all the best.

Happy birthday, Mr. Thurston. Keep on knockin’ fools on their butts.

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The late, great Tom Roehl

   The late, great Tom Roehl (top left) is joined by (clockwise from top right) Joe Kelley, Rob Fasolo, Matt Helm, Ron Bagby, Willie Smith, Dustin Van Velkinburgh and Brad Sherman.

2001 was not a landmark season for Coupeville High School football.

Despite featuring several of the best players to ever wear the red and black, the Wolves closed their season with four straight league losses and finished 3-6 overall.

But, for one night, deep in the heart of Concrete on Oct. 5, 2001, Coupeville put on a performance which has stood the test of time.

As a tribute to longtime CHS assistant coach Tom Roehl, who passed away on this date in 2003, I’m looking back and recreating (as best I can) one of the games of which I think he would have been extremely proud.

I wasn’t there for the game, and I didn’t write about it at the time, as I was deep in my prime Videoville years then.

So, to do so, I’m using Coach Roehl’s own notes and stats from that night.

The season had opened with a loss to King’s, and then, just four days after 9/11, a second defeat on the road at Tacoma Baptist.

It was then the Wolves seemed to catch fire, ripping off back-to-back home wins over Charles Wright and Life Christian before traveling into the heart of the wilderness.

Eight years after This Boy’s Life had hit theaters and introduced the world to Leonardo DiCaprio (as a video store fanatic, I had already witnessed his immortal debut in 1991’s Critters 3…) the eyes of the nation were back on Concrete.

Well, maybe not the whole nation, but certainly Wolf Nation.

The stats for the first half are deceptive, with Wolf QB Brad Sherman piling up 112 yards through the air, as Coupeville led the yardage battle 147-114.

Yet they still trailed 14-8 at the break.

Sherman, who rightfully holds the CHS career passing records regardless of what the big board in the gym may currently say (stats don’t lie), gave Coupeville its only first-half points.

First the junior signal caller dropped a 15-yard scoring strike into the hands of senior tight end Joe Kelley, then Sherman rambled in on a two-point conversion run.

And yet, it wasn’t quite enough.

Now, I’d like to think there was a fiery halftime speech, either from head coach Ron Bagby (or maybe easily excitable, and always quote-worthy, assistant coach Willie Smith?) and the Wolves came flying out of the locker room looking for blood.

Don’t know why. Wasn’t there. And 15 years later, I doubt many of the players would remember.

If this was a movie, the speech would have touched on a nation rebuilding itself after the defining tragedy of the era, maybe a call to arms to show the hicks how football was played back on The Rock.

Whatever was said, whatever was done, it worked.

The second half was a defensive masterpiece, as the (possibly) amped-up Wolves completely shut down Concrete’s ability to move the ball.

After giving up 99 yards on the ground in the first half, Coupeville held the Lions to -12 after the break.

Concrete tried to run the ball 17 times in the second half and time after time Kelley, Mike Smart, Schuyler Porter, Rob Fasolo and Co. smacked the runners silly, driving them backwards.

And, while they were doing that, Coupeville’s version of a battering ram, one Daniel McDonald, was churning.

After rushing 13 times for 50 yards in the first half, McDonald went for 149 on 19 carries after halftime, leaving him one yard shy of 200 for the game.

To which I say to the stat keeper of the time, come on, man, you couldn’t have subtracted one yard from JD Myers (8 carries for 17 yards) and given McDonald an even 200?

Even without that extra yard, the 5-10, 170-pounder, who always ran like a bigger dude, crashed into the end zone three times in the second half.

The first, a three-yard burst in the third (followed by a PAT from Dustin Van Velkinburgh) pulled Coupeville within 17-15, while his next two — also identical three-yard smash-mouth lunges — finally turned the game for the Wolves.

Sherman plunged in on two-point conversions after both fourth-quarter scores to cap what would be the final Wolf win that season.

Losses to Archbishop Thomas Murphy, Friday Harbor, Orcas and La Conner would leave the Wolves at 1-4 in the final league standings.

But the Concrete win, a night when Coupeville stood tall and smacked a program known for toughness, will be the enduring legacy of 2001 Wolf football.

Looking through the stats, there are many key players, and not just the ones we’ve already listed like Kelley and Smart, who combined for 27 tackles.

Matt Helm collected seven tackles, pulled down a team-best 51 yards as a receiver and returned four kicks for 62 yards.

Austin Porter had six tackles and two sacks, Scott Fisher pilfered an interception, Brian Fakkema snagged a 34-yard heave from Sherman and Van Velkinburgh was on point with his kicks all night.

Was it the greatest win in school history? Probably not.

Was it the best-played game in school history? Doubt it.

But it was a win, the kind of victory where a thousand little moving parts all come together at the right moment to swing the day in favor of the good guys.

It was surely a great moment for those guys when they climbed on the bus for the long ride back to Whidbey, and it remains a great moment a decade-and-a-half later.

Tom Roehl devoted a lot of years and a lot of time, sweat and hard work to local kids, helping them better themselves as athletes and people.

As we remember him today, and every day, remember him the way I am sure he looked that night on the bus — wearing a huge smile.

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CJ Smith, a man for all seasons. (John Fisken, Shelli Trumbull and Sylvia Hurlburt photos)

   CJ Smith, a man for all seasons. (John Fisken, Shelli Trumbull, Charlotte Young and Sylvia Hurlburt photos)

Big things sometimes start quietly.

The first time I saw CJ Smith, he suddenly appeared, perched at the end of the Coupeville High School boys’ basketball bench one night, a couple of games into the 2013-2014 season.

Someone in the stands, a fellow player’s dad, said he had just transferred into the school, but no one knew much about him.

As the game went on, CJ (we didn’t even know his name that night) watched the court like a hawk, once in awhile murmuring a question or two to the guy next to him, then nodding, face impassive.

Little did we know at that moment, cloaked in stoic quietness, that we were seeing the birth of one of the best athletes to ever wear the red and black.

Later, we discovered he was a sophomore, and we wouldn’t see him in a game for close to two weeks, as he got up to speed on practices.

When he finally touched the court, wearing a Coupeville uniform for the first time, he didn’t come out screaming, or wildly waving.

He played calmly, coolly, under control, making sharp passes and even sharper cuts.

Captain Cool had arrived, and, for the next two-and-a-half years we got to witness a young man who handles his business as strongly as any Wolf I have witnessed.

CJ, who celebrates a birthday today and graduated from CHS last month, gave us two strong basketball seasons (he sat out his senior season to focus on schoolwork), two superb football campaigns and three dazzling baseball years.

Through it all, he was the picture of composure, a guy who didn’t seem to ever have a butterfly and never, ever flinched away from the big moment.

If he was nervous, if he had self-doubt, CJ hid it well from the fans.

When he was on the mound, whiffing hitters in great gobs, it was nearly impossible to tell if he was up 20-0 or trailing 1-0.

And that calmness, his sense of purpose, always seemed to settle his teammates down around him.

Which was especially helpful during his senior season, when most of his teammates were freshmen and sophomores.

Teaming with senior catcher Cole Payne and his brother, sophomore Hunter Smith, CJ led Coupeville to its first baseball league title in 25 years.

During that run there were many moments when the team could have fallen apart, but it didn’t, thanks in large part to its easygoing mound ace.

That serene spirit flows through CJ’s entire family.

Turns out we got a 5-for-1 deal, with CJ, Hunter and lil’ sis Scout all three-sport stars, while mom Charlotte and dad Chris are superb coaches.

As his prep career played out, Captain Cool was a rock for the Wolves, a talented athlete, but, more importantly, a quality dude through and through.

So happy birthday CJ, and thanks for letting us all be part of the ride for the last three years.

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Lathom Kelley, a bad-ass with the biggest heart in the game. (John Fisken photo)

Lathom Kelley, a bad-ass with the biggest heart in the game. (John Fisken photo)

How do you measure greatness?

Do you measure it only in terms of state meet medals won, of MVP awards claimed, of popularity polls that can be easily manipulated?

Or, do you measure it in terms of heart, of commitment, of a refusal to bend the knee even when that might make your life easier?

Do you measure it in terms of orneriness on the field and compassion off the field?

Of a bad-ass who actually, not that far down, and not that well hidden, has a surprising gentleness of the soul layered underneath the good ol’ boy bluster?

I look at the four years of writing this blog, and what I see when I look across the field at Lathom Kelley is a man.

He certainly was young at the start, and to us old school types, is still a young man now at 18. But there was never a moment when he was a boy.

Lathom has been a man from day one of his freshman year to his high school graduation.

From the first moment I watched him play football, flying around the field like a maniac, hauling down runners from behind, laugh cackling across the field, he was a wonder.

Bouncing off the walls in the CHS gym, flying in one door, streaking across the court, then running up the wall at the other end and landing the back-flip (most times), the raw athletic talent on display was always eye-popping.

You put him in an event, any event, during his years in track and field, and he would throw down times and distances that were frequently astonishing.

Most times, without having ever practiced the event before.

In a just world, Lathom would have sailed through all four years of his high school life without an injury.

But, this isn’t always a just world.

Rarely have I seen such a talented athlete bedeviled so often by injuries.

If there was a moment when he strode by not wearing a cast of some kind, it was a rare moment.

Injuries denied him honors he deserved, chances to stand on podiums and hear his name called.

But never think for a moment he took the easy way out.

He played through pain that would have stopped most people cold.

One of the enduring images I have is watching him grind forward for yardage on the gridiron, casted-up arm swinging madly, as three rival players tried (and failed) to bring him down.

When you look at Lathom’s prep career, there are great moments, both on the football field and track oval.

There is also what could have been.

But honestly, that’s more me and far less him — he never struck me as a guy who was going to spend much time sitting around wallowing in his “glory days.”

So, let’s not waste too much time worrying about alternate worlds.

Let’s praise Lathom for what he was able to accomplish, when his body agreed.

For how he entertained us, for how he brightened the world of Wolf Nation, for how he strode past, sardonic grin in place, always off to create good-natured havoc and mischief.

As a fresh-faced youngster or a beard-rockin’ “old guy” he was our McConaughey, our bright shining ball o’ fire living life to his own funky beat.

And let’s praise the man, the stand-up guy who came barreling out of the stands and put a bear-hug on a classmate when he noticed the player’s parents weren’t able to be in the gym for basketball’s Senior Night.

Declaring “this is my boy!” as he posed for pictures with his newly-adopted son, it was class, pure and simple.

So, how do you measure greatness?

You measure it in heart and soul, and few have shown the heart and soul of Lathom Kelley.

Today I welcome him into the Coupeville Sports Hall o’ Fame, as a one-man wrecking crew, the 53rd class inducted into these hallowed digital walls.

After this, you’ll find him alongside other Wolf greats at the top of the blog, under the Legends tab.

Will he care about this?

Part of me hopes yes, that, deep down, it’ll mean something to him, a token of our respect for him and the man he has become.

Part of me hopes he just cocks an eyebrow and says “Yeah, whatever dude,” smiles, and moves on.

Either way, the dude will abide. And that’s how it should be.

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Be like Emma Smith. Cause you know Emma Smith will have her paperwork ready. (John Fisken photo)

   Be like Emma Smith. Cause you know Emma Smith will have her paperwork ready. (John Fisken photo)

Yeah, if you could get your paperwork done on time, that’d be great.

I know, it’s only late June, but if you think and plan ahead, life is going to be so much easier later this summer.

Dates to keep in mind:

Paperwork turn-in day for all Coupeville High School/Middle School sports is Aug. 11 from noon-6 PM in the CHS gym.

High school football starts practice Aug. 17.

High school volleyball, girls soccer and boys tennis start practice Aug. 22.

Middle school football and volleyball start practice Sept. 6.

Players need to have ALL paperwork turned in prior to stepping on the field/court (or Coupeville Athletic Director Willie Smith is allowed to throw dirty gym socks at you) and all fees must be paid by Aug. 29.

Stay on top of things. Be prepared. Be ready.

Cause I’m pretty sure the dirty gym socks things is real. Pretty, pretty, pretty sure.

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