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Logan Downes scored his third touchdown Thursday. (Photos by JohnsPhotos.net)

Dominic Coffman has reached the end zone five times during his junior season.

Is this the end?

We’re not sure, to be honest.

Thursday’s Senior Night game against Friday Harbor was the final one on the original schedule for the Coupeville High School football team.

But, now that the Wolves know they won’t be playoff-bound, there’s a chance CHS will pick up one more game against another school on the outside looking in.

As we wait for the scheduling dance to play out in the office of Coupeville Athletic Director Willie Smith, we can take a look at the team’s scoring stats.

Might be final. Might not be. Only time will tell.

 

Scoring stats through seven games:

 

Touchdowns:

Scott Hilborn – 9
Dominic Coffman – 5
Logan Downes – 3
Daylon Houston – 2
Tim Ursu – 2
Cole Hutchinson – 1
Johnny Porter – 1
Mikey Robinett – 1
Jonathan Valenzuela — 1

 

PATs:

Daylon Houston – 10

 

Conversions:

Hutchinson – 1

 

Points:

Hilborn – 54
Coffman – 30
Houston — 22
Downes — 18
Ursu – 12
Hutchinson – 8
Porter – 6
Robinett — 6
Valenzuela — 6

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Dominic Coffman crunches his way through the defense. (Photos by JohnsPhotos.net)

Welcome to the mud bowl.

Driving rain turned Mickey Clark Field into a magnificent mess Thursday, as Coupeville and Friday Harbor fought through three overtimes to settle the Northwest 2B/1B League title.

While the win ultimately went to the visiting Wolverines, the game gave wanderin’ photographer John Fisken plenty of opportunity to snap his cameras.

To see everything he shot, and possibly purchase some mud-splattered glossies, pop over to:

https://www.johnsphotos.net/Sports/Coupeville-Football-2021/FB-2021-10-28-vs-Friday-Harbor/

 

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Daylon Houston uncorks a kick.

The Wolf cheer squad stays loud ‘n proud … and dry.

Scott Hilborn gets out of town.

Brian Casey holds his ground.

Isaiah Bittner (72) forces a fumble.

The Brian Casey Fan Club gets rowdy.

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Wolf cheerleaders Samantha Streitler (left) and Bella Velasco pose with coach Jennifer Morrell. (Photos by JohnsPhotos.net)

Two and two.

Coupeville High School athletics sent four more seniors out the door Thursday, with football and cheer each honoring a pair of veterans.

Bella Velasco, Samantha Streitler, Isaiah Bittner, and Brian Casey were acknowledged (more than once) on Senior Night, before the Wolves engaged in a three-overtime thriller with Friday Harbor.

Isaiah Bittner hangs with former Wolf player Alex Turner and lil’ sis Edie Bittner.

Streitler and mom Stephanie.

Brian Casey and the parental units.

Velasco and the folks.

The heart of the Wolf line.

CHS Principal Geoff Kappes gets a photo op with the seniors.

One last look, before the rain really started coming down.

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Tim Ursu had an eye-popping interception Thursday. (Photo courtesy Kathy Ursu)

At the end, the field was savaged.

Chunks of grass were torn up, gashed by spikes digging in for dear life, mud oozed everywhere, and things were soaked from non-stop rain mixing with some hard-earned tears.

This one will hurt, possibly for a very-long time, and it would be wrong to tell the young men involved any differently.

But, and this is also true, for each guy in a Coupeville High School football uniform Thursday night, for their coaches, and for their fans, there will be a moment when it will sink in and they will truly realize they were part of one of the most gripping games in program history.

This is one they will talk about at reunions, and the one they will tell their own kids about one day, probably turning the pouring rain into a typhoon or a hurricane during the retelling.

The mission was simple.

Coupeville needed to beat Friday Harbor on Senior Night to claim a share of the Northwest 2B/1B League title and keep its playoff hopes alive.

And that didn’t happen.

The Wolverines escaped, by the very-thinnest of margins, with a 13-6 win, a victory which came when workhorse running back Connar Haines plunged into the end zone from two yards out in the THIRD OVERTIME.

With the win, Friday Harbor, which sat out last season during the height of the pandemic, finishes 4-0 in league play, while Coupeville ends at 2-2.

The Wolverines advance to play a yet-to-be-named team from District #4 in a loser-out, winner-to-state game next Saturday, Nov. 6 at Oak Harbor’s Memorial Stadium.

Meanwhile, CHS, which is 2-5 overall, waits to hear if it will get a crossover game against another non-playoff team.

Whether that happens or not, Marcus Carr’s gridiron squad made damn sure Thursday night would be remembered.

The first time these teams played, Friday Harbor’s running game ground the Wolves down, and CHS had both a coach and player ejected during a 32-6 loss.

This time out, the Wolves flew to the ball on defense, swooping up fumble after fumble, and getting a truly-amazing interception from Tim Ursu in which he climbed to the sky — while hurdling the receiver — to rip the ball away.

No matter how many times the refs tried to wipe balls down, it was tough for either team to hold onto the pigskin in the non-stop rain, something which showed up on the very first series.

Facing fourth down on its own 37, Friday Harbor tried to go with a running play, only to have Dominic Coffman punch the ball free and recover it for Coupeville.

That put the Wolves in good field position, and strong runs by Scott Hilborn (25 yards) and Coffman (8 yards) put the ball on the two-yard line.

But it wasn’t to be, as Friday Harbor stuffed the Wolves on third down, and a pass fell short on fourth.

OK, so we have to start closer, said Coupeville.

So Ursu and Daylon Houston combined to rip a runner in half on Friday Harbor’s ensuing drive, giving CHS the ball back on its opponent’s 15-yard line.

This time, things paid off, though not right at first.

A bad snap of a wet ball promptly lost Coupeville 22 yards, before Logan Downes got electric.

The sophomore Wolf quarterback nailed Jonathan Valenzuela with a pass over the middle, then picked up another fumbled snap and zipped eight yards to pay-dirt for his third touchdown of the season.

A failed PAT left the lead at 6-0, but Coupeville’s defense held strong, with Coffman and Houston both recovering fumbles and the shutout almost lasting until the halftime buzzer.

Friday Harbor beat the clock, and the defense, however, dropping a 16-yard scoring pass into the far right corner with just 29 ticks on the clock.

With half a minute to go, many might have thought the teams would coast in to the break.

Not likely.

First, Coupeville stuffed Friday Harbor’s two-point conversion attempt, keeping the game knotted at 6-6, then the Wolves moved quickly down field.

Downes connected with Houston on a 33-yard bomb through the drizzle, before lobbing a three-yarder into the sticky mitts of Hilborn, giving CHS just enough time to get the field goal unit on the field.

But, slick ball, iffy snap, and a mad Wolverine rush resulted in a blocked kick, and the stalemate lived on.

For a very long time.

Neither team scored in the second half, with both kickers missing field goal attempts on tries where it was likely neither booter could clearly see the uprights through the sludge falling from the heavens.

Ursu had his phenomenal pick, where he came flying in, climbed up and over the receiver (while staying fully legal), and made PA announcer Willie Smith almost drop his ice cream.

Almost.

Kai Wong and the Coupeville defense played their hearts out in a driving rain storm. (Photo courtesy Becky Terry)

Toss in Coen Killian batting down a pass on fourth down, and Kai Wong, Brian Casey, Kevin Partida, and Co. throwing bodies every which way, and Coupeville’s defense was as good Thursday as it has been at any point this season.

That was never more evident than when a likely bone-tired Wolf defensive unit stayed on the field to begin overtime.

Playing “Kansas City tiebreaker” rules, where both teams take turns starting from their opponent’s 25-yard line, Friday Harbor rammed the ball down to the three-yard line in a matter of seconds.

First and goal, a few steps from snatching the lead, and the Wolverines … got a collective wedgie.

Coupeville’s defense, operating on fumes and sheer grit, stuffed the visitors four straight times, including from one yard out on fourth down.

It was an old-school, punch-the-guy-in-front-of-you-in-the-face defensive stand the likes of which hasn’t been seen from a Coupeville gridiron team in a very long time.

But the Wolves still needed to score, and they couldn’t, as penalties drove them back on their first overtime series, before they sputtered out at the 16-yard line in the second OT.

Getting the ball second in the second extra frame, Friday Harbor put the ball on the toe of their kicker another time, only to see his attempt drift wide right.

At which point, players from both teams stood and stared at each other, covered in mud, and grit, and a lot of water, and some blood, and the rules of the game tightened things up.

The third OT shortened the field, with both teams starting on the 10-yard line instead of the 25, and this time things cracked.

Connar Haines, his once-white uniform now a heaving blob of brown, lowered his shoulder for the 2,402nd time and drove into the heart of the Coupeville defense, the knight finally slaying the dragon.

Coupeville had the ball last, but there were no more miracles left to find, with the slick ball squirting away from the Wolves one last time on fourth down, setting off a celebration on Friday Harbor’s side of the field.

For the home town team, there was anger, and sadness, tired faces etched with frustration.

Hopefully, underneath that, there was also pride.

Pride in how they played. How they fought. How they represented their school and town, and how they stood together, as teammates.

You don’t always get the win you deserve, but you get the respect you earn.

And this Wolf football team earned our respect.

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Charles Clark, AKA Uncle Chuck, a legend in Wolf Nation and far beyond. (Jane Dent photo)

This is a love letter, not an obituary.

One of the best men to ever be a part of Wolf Nation left us today, but his spirit will never fade.

Charles Clark was a football lifer, a player, a coach, a fan, a man who could smack talk with the best of them, only to let loose with a warm laugh which made his target laugh even louder.

He was a genuinely nice man, a strong dude not afraid to show his love for others, and he always made you feel as if you mattered.

Uncle Chuck knew the gridiron game inside out, but he never lorded his knowledge over others.

He shared it freely, whether he was working with you on the field, whether he was camped in the stands casting an eagle eye at what was playing out down below, or sitting in a car bumping down the backroads on a rainy night.

If you’re like me — a sports writer bumbling your way through, telling the legend while always knowing you don’t really comprehend the game the way an insider does — there could be no better traveling companion than Uncle Chuck.

We hit the road multiple times, with Jonathan Martin, dad to Jacob and Andy, driving, and that velvety voice flowing from the back seat.

He’d tell tales, of his own gridiron days, and those of his family members — and he regarded every guy in a uniform to be his family.

Games won and lost, legends who never made it, underdogs who did, plays long past which still lived large in his mind.

With other football lifers, Uncle Chuck could break down X’s and O’s to the smallest detail.

With me, he was patient, leading me to a deeper knowledge of the game while keeping it simple, a gentle laugh punctuating his stories.

When we stopped for ice cream in a distant town, he had a smile and a nod and some friendly words for everyone we met.

Did he know these passing folks? Didn’t matter.

If we had left Uncle Chuck in a different town, be it Port Townsend or Forks, the man would have been that town’s favorite son in a matter of hours.

People warmed to him in .00002 of a second. Being an introvert myself, it always sort of amazed me how smoothly he rolled through life.

You can’t fake the warmth and love that man had for people. And that people had back for him.

His fellow coaches loved him.

His players loved him.

Every lady in the stands, whether on Whidbey or in some far-flung place he was visiting for the first time, loved him, and every guy was fine with that, cause, darn it, they loved him too.

His impact is immeasurable, in Coupeville and beyond.

We only had Uncle Chuck as a Wolf coach for a bit, but every day he spent here he made us better.

He taught football, but he also taught life.

Play hard, play your best, always, but show respect to those you encounter, on and off the field.

Through action, through word, through a smile and a heart which were world-class, Uncle Chuck was a mentor, a role model, and, most of all, a friend.

I can’t pretend to know his whole life, of what he faced as a young Black man growing up. Or as an adult, for that matter.

But the glimpse I had of Uncle Chuck in the years I knew him was of a man who chose happiness over hate, a man who deserved our respect, our admiration, and our love.

With Covid throwing the world asunder, and him dealing with his own health issues, it has been a bit since I last shared a car with him, bumping through the night after a dose of Friday Night Lights (and a hamburger or two).

I hope he knew how much he meant to all of us.

And I hope his family knows how grateful we are for them sharing Uncle Chuck with us.

I know, going forward, he will remain with me.

Every time a linebacker busts through the defense and chases down a quarterback, I’ll hear Uncle Chuck let loose with a holler.

Every time a running back slams into the line and gets crushed, yet somehow ekes out a yard or two, I’ll hear his chuckle.

When the players and coaches gather on the field afterwards, win or loss, I’ll see Uncle Chuck down there, offering a bear hug, a back slap, a quiet word or a big whoop, depending on the need of all involved.

He loved the game, but he loved everyone involved more.

And we will love him for that, forever.

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