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   Nick Streubel and his much-cleaner big sister Amanda, after Saturday’s rumble in the manure-scented mud in Port Townsend.

It was a hell of a way to end a season.

Football can be bold and beautiful and it can be brutal and unforgiving. It can send fans skyrocketing with a 97-yard kickoff return for a touchdown and it can crush dreams with a single tyrannical gesture by a putz of a control-freak official.

Saturday night on the manure-scented mud in Port Townsend’s ramshackle football stadium, Coupeville High School found all of that and more, as a grand opera of dizzying highs and gut-crushing lows played out. And while the final score, 56-39 in favor of host Chimacum, wasn’t perfect, it failed to crush the spirits of the Wolves, who fought until the final moment.

By the time a nearly three-hour slug-fest had played out and a large contingent of Wolf fans were ankling for the last ferry back, there had been a referee tackled (possibly on purpose), the sight of big, bad CHS lineman Nick Streubel taking a pitch and stiff-arming his way through a pack of Chimacum tacklers and 407 net all-purpose yards and four eye-popping touchdowns from Jake Tumblin (three on passes from Gunnar Langvold).

It also featured the deplorable sight of senior Wolf captain Caleb Valko alone on the sideline, left to watch the final four minutes of the game but unable to haul his battered body back into action in the final moments of his high school career thanks to a Napoleonic ref who threw him out of the game.

In a high-scoring affair marred by an officiating crew with serious anger issues, officials openly screamed at Valko and Danny Savalza, reportedly told another player they didn’t realize they would have to learn sign language since all of Coupeville’s players were deaf and got mild-mannered Wolf coach Tony Maggio so wound up he removed his ball cap 47 times during one game-halting huddle with the refs.

Valko, who spent part of the game flat on his back, with another player stretching his legs out, repeatedly hobbled back into play and asserted his presence. He deserved better than to be run because the refs “didn’t like his language.”

And he got it, moments later, when the Wolves pulled off a pass and pitch play that ended up in the hands of human mud ball Streubel, who came one forearm blast to the helmet away from breaking his moment in the offensive spotlight into a touchdown.

The play had been set up to be run as a farewell for Valko, and, as he came back to his feet, Streubel turned and gave the thumbs up sign to his linemate, who stood five feet behind the sidelines, arms crossed, helmet off, face showing a wealth of emotion.

It was a poignant gesture in a game that started as a bar brawl, threatened to turn into a blowout, and then morphed into a who-will-score-last light show in the fourth quarter.

Chimacum had barely finished celebrating their opening touchdown when Tumblin blew up the joint on the ensuing kickoff. The ball skipped behind him, and, for a moment, it looked like the Wolf junior would let the ball go through the end zone. Then he snapped up the ball, hit the rocket boosters and, dodging and juking defenders all the way, blew down the left sideline for an epic 97-yard run.

From there it turned into a defensive brawl for a bit, with Valko recovering a fumble and Coupeville blocking an extra point. Josh Bayne hit Bryce Fleming on a 17-yard scoring strike and the game was knotted at 13.

Then, things fell apart for a bit, as Chimacum collected four of the next five touchdowns, broken up only by a 67-yard touchdown catch-and-run from Langvold to Tumblin. Down 42-19 with 11 minutes to play and the rain starting to splash down, things looked bleak.

Enter the Langvold to Tumblin air express, as the duo broke off scoring plays of 47 and 83 yards. Coupeville roared back to life with three touchdowns in five minutes, but the host Cowboys were able to blunt their final charge with two more scores of their own.

Along the way, senior Kole Kellison, returning to action after missing several weeks with injuries, laid down a beautiful body slam on a Chimacum defender and “tackled” one of the officials who got himself caught in a frenzy in front of the end zone.

That play, in particular, cemented his status as a Wolf Nation favorite. The only disappointment came from the fact the official that went down wasn’t the most annoying of the bunch.

“White hat is grumpy! He needs to go home and take a nap! Or maybe a Xanax,” was a popular refrain as Coupeville fans headed back to the ferry, where Streubel, covered in gobs of mud, made a playful attempt to get his grit all over assistant coach Dustin Vanvelkinburgh and cheerleader Julia Felici handed out home-made cupcakes to her band of sweaty, stinky, mud-encrusted warriors.

Warriors who went out, heads held high. Unlike the refs.

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Dalton (left) and Mike Engle, two generations of hard-hitting Wolf linebackers.

#58 in your program and #1 in your hearts.

There are some who question the emphasis placed on sports in high school.

To those people, I offer the case of Mike Engle.

Father of three, career firefighter, rock in the community he grew up in, and a kid who became a success because of the joy and positive rewards sports offered him.

“I think the best memories were my friends and sports. Sports were the one thing I put my whole heart and soul into,” Engle said. “It was the one thing I felt I was good at, and it was the one thing that gave me confidence, made me feel like I was as good as everyone else somehow.

“That’s one of the reasons I believe sports are so important for kids,” he added. “Especially the ones that struggle with academics like I did.”

The Coupeville High School Class of 1982 grad, the Athlete of the Year his senior season, remains one of the standout Wolves of all time, even 30 years after graduation.

He lettered three years in football (the only sophomore to do so), where he was a Second-Team All-Conference pick at linebacker two seasons, played basketball and baseball and went to state in track as a two-sport threat (shot put and discus).

At his graduation, he held CHS records in the shot put, discus and javelin.

Through it all, football was the sport nearest and dearest to his heart.

His senior season he had 60+ tackles through four games, before an injury cost him the rest of the season. Still, those four games were enough to net him Second-Team All-Conference, a sign opposing coaches recognized what a terror he was, even in limited duty.

“I loved the “zone” that you get into during the game,” Engle said. “Figuring out what the opposing coach was going to call, based on down and distance.

“The game against La Conner I had 17 or 18 tackles and a fumble recovery,” he added. “I loved being so focused that you didn’t hear the crowd or what quarter it was. I still get excited thinking about it.”

Living out his dreams on the gridiron gave Engle a chance to taste what life was like for the “big boys” who he had watched from afar as a kid.

“I remember when I was in junior high how cool the high schoolers seemed, i.e. the ‘jocks’,” Engle said. “There were a few (Bill Jarell, Keith Jameson) that were encouraging, which led me to believe I might have what it took to succeed.

“Other than that, I just remember my classmates/friends making it a fun year, even if we didn’t win a game,” he added.

Injuries cut short a football career at Wenatchee Valley College and Engle transitioned into teaching — getting a Bachelor of Science degree in physical education from Washington State University — before moving into full-time firefighting as a career.

Along the way, he helped to bring Coupeville and Oak Harbor together by marrying the former MaryAnn Fakkema, and the couple have had three children, daughters Erin and Miranda and middle son Dalton.

Seeing his own children take their parents athletic heritages and expand upon them has been one of the biggest blessings of his life.

Dalton followed his dad most closely, playing football with the same passion and in a “weird but cool” twist repeating his father’s twin selection as Homecoming King and Athlete of the Year as a senior.

“Watching our kids play has been awesome,” Engle said. “Of course, you always want your kid to have a lot of playing time so they can get better, but the best part is seeing the confidence increase and them get it.

“It’s hard to describe the emotion you feel when your kid makes a great play and contributes to the team,” he added. “We felt that keeping our kids active was part of being good parents, and it was a great way to spend quality time with our kids.”

If his children eclipse their dad one day, he’s fine with that. Just being remembered for his own accomplishments is enough.

“When Dalton was a freshman or sophomore, we were at a home game and I said I hope he ends up better than I was,” Engle said. “Dale Folkestad said ‘you were a hell of a linebacker, he’d do well to be as good as you were.’

“I guess that’s how I want to be remembered,” he added. “I think I just wanted to have earned any accolades. There were some good athletes at our school.”

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Caleb Valko and Breeanna Messner.

The past two months have given me a different perspective on Caleb Valko.

Before this season, his senior year at Coupeville High School, I knew the Wolf lineman by name and little else. Having watched him play in person this season and read his words in his semi-weekly scouting reports/bouts of smack-talking, I have come to appreciate him in an entirely different way.

I have seen a young man lead his team, both by actions and words. A warrior on the field who hit the line like a beast and a leader off the field, who counseled his teammates and asserted his captaincy when some of the younger ones spouted off on Facebook.

When #63 leads his team onto the field in Port Townsend Saturday night to face Chimacum, it will be an emotional moment for many. As it should be.

Their record may not reflect it, but the Wolves have played as hard, or harder, than any of the teams they have faced this season. A blowout win at home over Orcas Island was nice and beating South Whidbey in a nail-biter at Langley and reclaiming The Bucket after a six-year drought will be the memory these young men take with them and still remember 30 years from now.

Valko and his teammates have played with honor this season. They have represented their home town in the way you hope that a team will. Win or lose against the Cowboys, they will have much to be proud of accomplishing.

But, you know what? Caleb himself can put it better into words than anything I might write here, so I turn it over to him and his thoughts as we approach Saturday night.

“Chimicum is gonna be my last football game as a Wolf. That’s not an easy thing to take in. It’s the last time I’m gonna step into the locker room and smell the scent of football practice. The last time I’m going to get to square off against Nick Struebel and race him to the QB, and lastly, it’s my final game with seniors Anthony (Maggio), Riley (Boyd), Kole (Kellison) and Danny (Savalza).

Some play for the jersey, the girls, or the title “football player.” But me, truth is I could care less about all that. When I step onto that field I’m honoring my parents. I’m honoring my team. I’m honoring my friends. And I’m honoring God.

I will always play for those things.

My career as a Wolf has flown by; I remember being a freshman and having to face up against giants Tim Walstad and the other linemen, not suiting for the travel list, or even playing in JV games.

Sophomore year that all changed; I took advantages given to me in the weight room and got bigger, faster, and stronger, same with junior year and here I am now. Last game as a Wolf. Ever.

People have been asking me if I’m going to cry if we win or if we lose and why, blah blah blah. Well yeah, I probably will, and I’m sure you’ll see me and Danny leanin on one another again. But so what? Playing with Danny has been one of my best and favorite experiences as a football player and it absolutely kills me to think of it as being over.

I have been and always will be proud to be a member of this family.

Coach Maggio has been amazing this season. He has been there for me and the entire team throughout the year and putting in extra work. I wouldn’t be surprised if he has spent 100+ hours watching film of us, and our foes. He is awesome.

People look at our record and first they say the coaches. Well no, it’s not the coaches. I believe that we have one of the best coaches in the state. Give him a little more time and once they have adjusted to the wing t, good luck trying to stop them.

Not really sure what’s going to happen next year with all the interim coach stuff going around … but I know one thing, if Coupeville wants to be better next year, they need to continue the early rising era of coach Maggio.

A big thanks to my coaches, my mom and dad, friends Breeanna Messner, Katie Kiel, Josh Wilsey, and all my other friends for supporting me. It’s been an honor playing for all of you.

Valko out.

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Randy Payne, far right, the man behind the snacks that fueled Coupeville High School’s crack football chain gang.

At long last, one of the deepest, darkest secrets of Coupeville High School football can be revealed to the world.

If you wondered how the crack four-man chain gang team that worked home games for the Wolves could always have so much pep in their step, even on nights when the rain slashed down non-stop, now you can know their secret.

They had snacks … and didn’t share them with the rest of us!

Randy Payne started the “secret” ritual, and it soon spread to chain gang mates Mike Etzell, Jim Stolee and John Thompson. The others credit Payne as their unsung MVP, and the snacks were just the icing on the cake.

Wait, they had cake?!?!

Randy was a key member of our crack chain gang squad,” Etzell said. “He read the policies and procedures manual, went thru the week long training sessions, stayed up late studying film … you get the idea.

“Did I mention he went so far as to bring snacks for everyone, which turned into a rotating weekly potluck on the sidelines by season’s end?” he added. “This was truly a group of guys that knew how to have a good time while helping out!!”

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    Wiley Hesselgrave brings the gun show to town, while Dalton Martin plays it cool and calm.

The men behind the face masks — Mitchell Losey, left, and Wiley Hesselgrave.

These things will drive you crazy.

Late in last night’s mini-playoff football loss to Meridian, on a rainy, mud-soaked field at Blaine, Wolf quarterback Gunnar Langvold tossed a short touchdown pass to a receiver who went down in a crush of players. At the far end of the field, well away from the 50-yard line that I was seated on.

When the Blaine announcer, after much fumbling and stumbling, finally announced the players involved, he credited Jake Tumblin with the pass and Jared Dickson with the reception.

I knew he was at least half wrong, since I clearly saw #6 (Langvold) roll out, not #7 (Tumblin).

The guy catching the pass? Well, that was a little more difficult to see. There was definitely a muddy 8 and something else that looked like a muddy 8, and since Dickson wears #88, it seemed reasonable, so I went with his call when I wrote my story last night.

Turns out, the guy on the PA system was wrong (as he often was during the two quarters involving Coupeville) and the ball had been snagged by Wiley Hesselgrave, younger brother of former Wolf hoops star Marie Hesselgrave. He wears #89 and it was the first varsity touchdown for the freshman receiver/safety.

And, for a few hours at least, until someone pointed out the mistake, I robbed him of his moment. Which sucks.

My story is corrected now, and, as a peace offering, I am taking this space to give you not one, but two shots of young Mr. Hesselgrave, both shot by Melissa Zimmerman-Losey. Remember the face and remember the name, because you’ll be seeing and hearing a lot more about him in the coming years.

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