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Coach V, always calm and serene under pressure. (Shelli Trumbull photo)

Coach V, always calm and serene under pressure. (Shelli Trumbull photo)

Coach V (fourth from left) and Wolf football players relax after a football camp.

Coach V (fourth from left) and Wolf football players relax after a football camp.

Coach V is Coupeville through and through.

Dustin Van Velkinburgh grew up and became a man in this town, raised by a “phenomenal mom,” FloyDene Van Velkinburgh, and nurtured, prodded and shaped by a series of coaches who gave a young man without a father positive male role models.

He met his wife in the high school office (more on that later), starred on its athletic fields and now, a decade after graduation, he passes on the lessons he has learned to a new generation of young Wolf athletes in the town he embraces, the town he thrives in.

“I just love this place, this town and this school,” Van Velkinburgh said. “Growing up in Coupeville was huge for me. There were a lot of good people to learn from and it helped build my character, made me who I am today.”

And who he is today is a coach popular with players and parents alike, a man who guides the Coupeville High School boys’ JV basketball squad and works as an assistant Wolf football coach around his day job as a contractor.

From unpaid volunteer coach at age 20 to middle school hoops guru to his current positions (and, at age 28, a head coaching position somewhere down the road is almost a certainty), he has followed a path straight uphill.

A path that started on many of the same courts and fields he now gives direction on. A five-sport athlete during his high school days (football, basketball, baseball, track and soccer), he was a First-Team All-Wesco soccer player for Oak Harbor High School (back when the Wolves didn’t have their own program) and an award-winning wide receiver while wearing his own school’s red and black.

Toss in a basketball career that included being a key player on a 16-4 squad his senior season that was ranked as high as #7 in the state, and you have a pretty impressive body of work.

But Van Velkinburgh, whether he knew it or not at the time, was doing two things at once. He was excelling as an athlete, but he was also picking up bits and pieces of knowledge from all his coaches along the way, lessons he now uses.

“Looking back, I can name all my coaches from second grade on,” Van Velkinburgh said. “I got great stuff from all my coaches, the ones who were great with me and the ones who were hard on me.

“My mom always said, no matter the situation, there is always something to learn.”

He easily reels off names of coaches who had an impact on him, and they are names familiar to locals. Bagby. King. Dickson. Barker. Bottoroff. Sellgren.

Ron Bagby, the longtime Wolf football coach who retired three years ago, once watched Van Velkinburgh reel off field goal after field goal on the practice field. After telling his player the team could skip conditioning that day if he made the next attempt, Bagby waited until Dustin wound up, then suddenly threw his keys at his foot, throwing off his attempt, then chuckling about it.

Van Velkinburgh then beat every one of his teammates in a brutal workout (run a 100-yard dash, do 20 pushups, run a 100-yard dash, do 19 pushups, etc.), before storming off the field.

“Wouldn’t talk to me the rest of the day!,” Bagby said with a huge grin as he looked across the office at his protege.

That kind of intensity stayed with Van Velkinburgh during his first go-around as an unpaid volunteer football assistant. He would stand next to the coach, record every detail of every play, then hustle home, type the report up and have it on Bagby’s desk first thing Monday morning.

“I don’t know if he ever read the things, but I wanted him to know how much I wanted the job,” Van Velkinburgh said.

Paid jobs as a middle school basketball and football coach (where head coach Vinny Sellgren let him run the offense) followed and now Coach V is an established part of the fraternity of Wolf coaches, right along side many of his mentors.

“I carry a piece of each of the coaches I had with me. I’m like a sponge, I soak up knowledge from all the people around me,” Van Velkinburgh said. “It’s odd to talk about death or the end of a career at this point, but I want to be able to look back and say I made an impact on kids lives like my coaches did for me.

“I want to coach successful programs, and success can be measured in many different ways,” he added. “Every kid is different, but there’s always a moment when the light comes on, whether it’s dribbling with the other hand or sacrificing for their teammates. That’s what I always hope to see.”

Van Velkinburgh, who married his high school sweetheart Jessica Bowden (the couple met in the office when they both had to skip P.E. — he had surgery on his foot, she had a broken elbow that sidelined a spectacular gymnastics career, and his immediate reaction was somewhere along the lines of “Who is she? I have to meet her!”), is grateful to be where he is today.

In a town where his three young children can join him on the basketball court after games, or, sometimes, in the middle of a game, if they cut hard at the right moment and get past mom.

“Staying here early in my coaching career has been great. The sense of community. The people,” Van Velkinburgh said. “If I can give them back a piece of what they gave me, I’m happy. That fuels my fire.”

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Nick Streubel (center) takes a break from being awesome to have a bite with fellow lineman Carson Risner (right). (Shelli Trumbull photo)

Nick Streubel (center) takes a break from being awesome to have a bite with fellow lineman Carson Risner (right). (Shelli Trumbull photo)

They like Nick Streubel. They really, really like Nick Streubel.

In a posting Tuesday, Jordan Johnson of Barton Football Elite broke down the athletes who attended a recent by-invitation football camp that his group runs.

Of Streubel, a Coupeville High School junior, he wrote:

Two other kids that showed up and did phenomenal work were Nick Streubel out of Coupeville and Quadir Griffin out of Hazen. Streubel was awesome all day and will be one of the better lineman in the state at the 1A level.

Someone go check and see if Streubel is blushing yet.

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Another ump melts under the Tumblin Stare O' Death.

Another ump melts under the Tumblin Stare O’ Death. (Shelli Trumbull photos)

"You keep on doing that, young man, and your face is gonna stay that way!"

“You keep on doing that, young man, and your face is gonna stay that way!”

And the caffeine kicks in...

And the caffeine kicks in…

He’s not stumblin’! He’s rumblin’! He’s Chris Tumblin!!

Tumblin, the sandlot guru who led Central Whidbey to a state little league title, is celebrating a birthday today, so we offer a few moments with one of the best coaches Whidbey Island has.

An assistant coach for both the Coupeville High School football and baseball teams, when he’s not working at his real job at Whidbey General, Tumblin brings out the best in photographers.

I was thinking about running a photo for every year he’s been alive, but I was wasn’t sure I had enough bandwidth to hold that many photos … (rim shot!). Thank you, I’ll be here all week. Please tip your waitress.

But seriously, happy birthday to a great guy who excels as a husband, father, paramedic and coach.

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Mitch and Tami Aparicio

Mitch and Tami Aparicio

No 'stache, but tons of studliness

No ‘stache, but tons of studliness

Aparicio works his magic behind the drum kit. (Shelli Trumbull photo)

Aparicio works his magic behind the drum kit. (Shelli Trumbull photo)

Sydney Aparicio’s old man had some serious skills.

Long before his little girl became a three-sport star (volleyball, cheer, softball) for Coupeville High School, Mitch Aparicio was a ‘stache-rockin’, award-winnin’ beast with a motor that never stopped running at full-speed. A three-time Mr. Hustle award winner in basketball — while playing for his future father-in-law — he remains one of the most honored athletes in school history.

By the time he graduated CHS in 1987, a year before younger brother and fellow high school ‘stache enthusiast Marc, he was an 11-time letter winner (four in football, three apiece in basketball and baseball and one in track). Toss in All-League baseball honors as a sophomore and junior and a ton of football awards, including being selected as the team’s Defensive and Offensive Player of the Year in different seasons, and he had a nice run.

And, while he and his teams had big moments — football went to state three times in four seasons — it’s the memories he made that will stay with him long after the awards get dusty on the mantle.

“Looking back at it now, I believe the best memories I have are of living in a small town and being close to family,” Aparicio said. “Living in a small community was a great opportunity to be involved, to play everything and get recognized by your family and community.”

Ask him about his time on the gridiron, and the moments tumble out, one glorious memory after another.

“Football was my favorite sport because of the man time,” Aparicio said. “Lifting, goofing around, practicing, hanging out together, playing on Friday nights then watching game films on Monday.”

His favorite moments include big wins (“Beating the undefeated Darrington Loggers at Darrington. They were ranked in the top five of the state. We didn’t just beat them, we spanked them, 42-12!”), huge individual efforts (“Playing Orcas Island in the pouring down rain, I rushed 30 times for 194 yards and we won 12-0”) and transcendent plays by teammates (“Jay Roberts catching a fake punt pass in the mini-playoffs against La Conner to go to state. We ran that play twice in the two weeks! What a stud!”)

He also has two memories from his freshman year, of a lighter note, that remain burned in his brain.

Dan McCutcheon would dare that he would eat bugs and slugs during stretching to raise money and keep it light,” Aparicio said. “And when we were at La Conner and Scott McGraw and the center changed the play in the huddle and ran a fake hike play that went for like 60 yards and Coach Franz got so mad.”

The chance to play multiple sports with the same teammates cemented relationships, and the closeness of Coupeville itself has provided him with new friendships long after graduation.

“I have some great friendships from my high school years and with guys I didn’t know in high school, older or younger,” Aparicio said. “When I meet them years later as a former Coupeville grad, we would talk about how they looked up to me and the other way around, or, you know someone’s brother, etc.

“We have a connection to CHS through having experienced team sports together,” he added. “Scott Losey, Rusty Bailey, my brother, Marc, Jon and Jay Roberts, Rob and Rick Alexander, Dave and Tony Ford. A band of brothers and we didn’t even know it!”

Now a father (he married high school sweetheart Tami Stuurmans in 1991), he has had a chance to coach both of his daughters in various youth sports. Looking back on his own time as a young athlete, he realizes what an impact the teachers and coaches of his youth ended up having.

A talented drummer, he credits English teacher Steve Hill with giving him his big break musically. After joining the band Confessor as a high school junior, he played with them three years before quitting to play college football at Western Washington University, though he has continued to wield the sticks over the years in other groups.

On the playing fields, two men stand out — a football coach barely older than his players and a basketball dean who would go on to figure prominently in Aparicio’s life.

“I think having Ron Bagby come to coach football my sophomore year was a great fit!,” Aparicio said. “He looked like he was our age, but lightning fast and didn’t take any guff!

“I don’t remember any deep discussions with “Bags”, but you knew you were in for a battle as soon as you stepped on the field or court with him,” he added. “He had swagger. Coupeville needed an attitude adjustment back then and we got just what we needed when Ron and his group of buddies arrived in ’84.

A scrapper and hustler on the basketball court, Aparicio worked his butt off for the man whose family he would later join.

“As far as having a favorite coach, it would have to have been Cec Stuurmans,” Aparicio said. “He knew I didn’t have graceful skills on the b-ball court, but he knew I would do what he asked and he trusted me out on the court to put the hammer down on unsuspecting opponents.

“Plus, I married his oldest daughter, Tami, so I want to make sure I stay in his will!,” he added with a huge laugh.

A 25-year vet of the IT infrastructure and network operations industry, Aparicio enjoys watching his daughters follow in the footsteps of their parents (Sydney gets her cheerleader genes straight from mom). While careful not to push them too hard (“We looked at it as an opportunity to get with friends and run around, so that was the main focus, having fun”), he does feel the old juices flowing.

“Sitting in the stands is tough, because I’m very competitive,” Aparicio said. “I get very frustrated at the high school level watching teams that don’t have solid fundamentals. Not sure if it’s just the way kids are today, but I don’t think they have that same level of competitiveness for sports. Seems like it’s more important that everyone had fun, but losing is not fun, so not sure how you turn that around.

“I love to see how the kids experience the games, growing as individuals and learning how to work together, developing a strategy to get something accomplished,” he added. “It’s so awesome when that all comes together.”

Now clean-shaven, the man who helped usher in ‘staches to the Wolf squads of the ’80s (one photo from the period shows half the CHS boys’ basketball team sporting fuzzy lip action), Aparicio is content to let others carry on the mission today.

“I don’t miss it, but I can appreciate guys who can grow and support a gnarley ‘stache!”

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Caleb Valko, lookin' all GQ.

Caleb Valko, lookin’ all GQ.

Coupevillesports.com would be nothing, nothing I say, without Caleb Valko.

He is my own personal Willy Wonka gold ticket, the boy with the Justin Bieber eyes, the one-true Page Hit King (now that Hunter Hammer is semi-retired), a young man willing to talk smack, get greasy and run over refs, all to make my stories more exciting.

There are many athletes at Coupeville High School, some with some serious skills, and a few who work their butts off on the playing field.

Caleb, who celebrates his birthday today, has all that, and just a touch more.

Mr. Valko may not want to hear this, but he is NOT the most talented athlete to currently pull on a Wolf jersey. He does not have the raw speed of Madison Tisa McPhee, the size of Nick Streubel, the intangibles of Jake Tumblin or the career accomplishments of Amanda d’Almeida and Bessie Walstad.

What he does have is character, commitment, a sense of leadership and a heart that does not quit. The kid keeps on coming, in good games and bad, and he exemplifies what a Wolf should be, through and through.

When he leaves for college and beyond, there will be a large hole left behind.

It will be a hole left not just by the memories of Mr. Valko crushing the line in pursuit of a quarterback, or of him rampaging through the paint on a mad charge to the hoop.

It will be the memory of him standing off to the side on a muddy field at Chimacum, arms crossed, face a mixture of anger and sadness, as the final moments of his high school football career played out without him, a casualty of a Napoleonic ref, but an unbowed captain to the end.

He fought for his teammates, and they fought for him. After rumbling up-field, flicking would-be tacklers away like tiny gnats, Streubel, covered in mud, emerged from a pile and looked for his fellow lineman, who was supposed to have had that rare offensive play as a senior night farewell, and he flashed the thumbs-up to his partner in the trenches.

There were people crying in the stands that night, and there will be people crying in the stands when Mr. Valko throws his final shot put heave in the spring.

Many people have worn the red and black for Coupeville. Few have done it with the class and determination of Caleb Valko.

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