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Matt Hilborn pulls off a web gem. (Photo by JohnsPhotos.net)

Matt Hilborn often reminded me of Wiley Hesselgrave.

The pair crossed paths at Coupeville High School very briefly, with the former playing his freshman season of football as the latter wrapped up his senior campaign.

Other than that they weren’t on the same teams, as Hesselgrave played basketball, while Hilborn opted for baseball.

But both guys, the CHS Class of 2016 one — among the most highly-respected Wolf athletes of the modern era — and the Class of 2019 one, always struck me as being very similar in how they approached their time repping Cow Town.

They were old-school players putting in work during a new-school time frame, dudes who showed up to practice and games with lunchbox seemingly in hand, ready to work.

Neither wasted much time on social media, and neither wasted much time flexing between plays.

Hilborn, like Hesselgrave, let his actions speak louder than words, and will be fondly remembered by coaches, teammates, and fans long after moving on to post-high school pursuits.

The oldest of Scott and Wendi’s two sons, Matt was a true four-year star, making an impact on both the Wolf football and baseball programs from his debut to his Senior Night farewells.

A two-way warrior on the gridiron. (Photo by JohnsPhotos.net)

On the gridiron, he had skills and pop.

Matt could lay a hurtin’ on rivals, flying into the scrum ready to break fools in half, and pop the football free for his squad to recover.

But he was also a huge asset on the offensive side of the ball, as a runner and receiver, or returning kicks.

Having sent an electric jolt through the assembled Wolf faithful, Matt, like Wiley before him, would pop back up, nod (ever so slightly), then move on to the next play.

He didn’t prance around and celebrate tackling a third-string runner late in a game where his team trailed by three touchdowns, like some.

Matt wasn’t big on theatrics, but he was huge on results.

That carried over to the diamond, where he landed on multiple all-league teams while putting in work on the pitching mound and patrolling the infield.

His bat had pop, his legs could generate some speed, and, above all, he was a smart, seemingly self-contained player.

Add in an arm which could rip off some nasty pitches, and the Wolves were blessed during his four-year run.

Hilborn and Mason Grove pose after the duo collided during a mad pursuit for a ball. (Chris Smith photo)

Matt stayed on an even keel, and his team benefited.

It’s possible his insides were churning the whole time, but, from the perspective of those in the stands, he always seemed composed and in control.

Make a huge pitch, deliver a crucial hit, or commit the rare error, and Matt remained in control, exactly what you want from a team leader.

During his time in a Wolf uniform, we exchanged a mere handful of words, most of them when he stopped by my duplex once to deliver food from his mom.

Which is good, since, like Wiley before him, that taciturn personality just added to his old-school legend.

Matt showed up, busted his tail, then tipped his hat and moved on with his life.

Much respect from the stands for that.

And, officially, as of today, Matt gets his rightful induction into the Coupeville Sports Hall o’ Fame.

Which should have come earlier, but I am apparently forgetful.

Recently, as I scanned the list of names nestled under the Legends tab at the top of the blog, I was surprised not to see his name.

Could I have forgotten to give Matt his just due?

Or did I write a story and merely forget to add Matt’s name on the official list between … Wiley Hesselgrave … and Dawson Houston?

Oh, anything is possible, as anyone who has seen my brain misfire over the years can attest.

Today, that changes however.

A Hall o’ Fame story, either the first or the second, and this time, I absolutely, positively have added Hilborn to the roll call.

Putting Matt right where he has always belonged.

Senior Night with the parental units. (Photo by JohnsPhotos.net)

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Kalia Littlejohn, ready to wreck you. (Sylvia Hurlburt photo)

I don’t pay to get into Coupeville High School athletic contests.

Various athletic directors over the years have given me free access to games, which has made the life of a low-paid sports reporter/blogger much easier.

That being said, there have been a handful of Wolf athletes who brought something truly special to the court, or field, or track oval, or soccer pitch.

If I had to pay, these select few Coupeville athletes would fall into the category of “They were worth the price of admission.”

Without a doubt, one of those premier stars is Kalia Littlejohn, who has always possessed an electricity and a style rarely seen in Cow Town.

She played three seasons of soccer, and parts of two campaigns on the basketball hardwood, before eventually graduating from another school, and she remains one of the truly special athletes to pass through the CHS hallways.

Through wins and losses, through good times and bad, Kalia was a firecracker, capable of bringing a stadium full of fans to its feet, or drop-kicking a pesky rival halfway across the field.

When she was on the basketball court, she was a ferocious ballhawk, constantly nipping, bobbing and weaving, and driving ballhandlers crazy with her quick hands, fast feet, and chippy on-court personality.

Kalia came to win, every day, and she was vocal about it, not backing down from anyone as she slapped her thighs and implored those around her to rise up with her.

That part of her personality carried over to the soccer pitch, where she lived and died for the game for many years.

Kalia spent a great deal of her young womanhood traveling back and forth across the state, and often much further away, as she and older sister Mia chased a 24/7/365 soccer life.

Mia and Kalia, a formidable sister duo. (Photo by JohnsPhotos.net)

Once free of the car, and unleashed on the field, she ran wild, golden leg drilling goals into all corners of the net, while often wielding her arms like weapons, clearing space and laying down the law.

“I wish a fool would…”

She might not have said it out loud, but Kalia played with a rare confidence, and a raging fire in her gut.

Off the pitch, she was a super-friendly, easy-going young woman, a smile almost always present as she bopped though life to her own funky tune.

But once she stepped between the lines, the beast emerged and it was often beautiful to behold.

The team on the other side of the pitch might have worn jerseys with big-city names on them, but frankly, Kalia couldn’t have cared less.

Or, at least that’s the impression I had.

She believed in her own talent, was more than willing to outwork, outhustle, and outmuscle anyone in her way, and earned the strut in her step.

Unleash the beast. (Photo by JohnsPhotos.net)

While on the CHS pitch, Kalia rattled home 33 goals across three seasons, second-best in Wolf girls soccer history only to Mia’s 35 tallies.

The lil’ sis racked up numbers with remarkable consistency, leading the team in scoring as a freshman and junior.

The only Wolf girl to notch single-season double-digit scoring totals twice during their prep career (Mia and Genna Wright did it once each), Kalia rarely settled for pedestrian goals.

She would launch fireballs which blazed across the fading prairie sunlight.

Curl wicked sliders which dipped and dove around bodies before hitting pay-dirt.

And, sometimes, when the mood struck, Kalia would simply crush the ball with the intensity of someone genuinely trying to see if they could pop the darn thing.

She was feisty. Combative. Electrifying.

And, always … ALWAYS … worth the price of admission.

Today we welcome Kalia into the Coupeville Sports Hall o’ Fame, where she joins several family members, and it’s an induction long overdue.

When you look under the Legends tab at the top of the blog after this, that’s where you’ll find her, most likely rippin’ up the joint and earning all the applause.

Kalia has always been much more than just an athlete, and remains a bright, blazing star as she navigates post-high school life.

With her drive, her commitment, and her strength, she will be a success at whatever path she chooses. Of that, I have no doubt.

But, while she’s always looking forward, the rest of us will pause for a moment and look back in awe and appreciation.

Thank you, Kalia. You were a ton of fun to watch, and write about.

Superstar. (Photo by JohnsPhotos.net)

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Lauren Bayne, a Hall o’ Famer in every way. (Photo by JohnsPhotos.net)

She is class, personified.

Owner of a big brain, a strong work ethic, and a killer instinct when engaged in athletic battle, Lauren Bayne never asked for the spotlight, never screamed for recognition.

She just went out, kicked some fanny (almost always while radiating great joy), then ambled off to support her teammates, friends, and classmates.

Lauren was a pro’s pro, and, like older brother Josh, let the results largely speak for themselves.

She carried herself with calmness, grace, a quiet strength … and great class, always.

Three years after Lauren’s graduation from Coupeville High School, a look back at her Wolf athletic career reveals she accomplished much.

As a middle schooler, she played volleyball and basketball with panache, while also competing in gymnastics.

Once she stepped through the doors of CHS, Lauren locked on to soccer and track, however, playing four years in both sports.

On the soccer pitch, she was a calming influence on her squad, rising to captain status, and earning that distinction multiple times over.

Bayne and fellow Wolf soccer captain Sage Renninger enjoy Senior Night festivities. (Photo by JohnsPhotos.net)

Lauren did the dirty work, and did it with a spring in her step, anchoring the Wolf defense — a unit which gelled around her.

She would not be pushed around on the field, fighting for every 50/50 ball, constantly encouraging her back line mates to fight with the same conviction she always showed.

Through it all, what lingered longest was the class she showed, as when she hailed her teammates in her Senior Night speech.

“Our little soccer family is the best, and I’m so glad to have become friends with everyone and to get to play with you,” Lauren said in the moment.

“Most of all, my defenders, we have worked our butts off and the new defensive line this year has been killer.

“So, kisses to my back line!”

Lauren’s strength, her inner fire, and her class were all on display during her days in Coupeville’s track and field program, as well.

Bayne and Danny Conlisk, state track meet veterans. (Dawnelle Conlisk photo)

Never afraid to try something new, she competed in 11 different events over the course of four seasons — jumping, throwing, and running with wild abandon.

There was little Lauren wouldn’t try, as she ran on relay teams, tried distance running, did a sprint or two, and hurled throwing implements into the great wide open.

And she was good, often really good, in whatever she tried.

During her CHS track career, Lauren registered wins in the high jump, 3200, triple jump, and 4 x 400.

Twice she qualified for state, making it to the big dance in the high jump as a junior, before making a return trip to Cheney as a javelin thrower during her senior season.

In her final moments as a high school athlete, Lauren went out with a bang, setting a PR in the javelin and putting an emphatic stamp on her prep days.

Her throw, which smashed down onto the Eastern Washington University turf after traveling 109 feet, two inches, was almost 10 feet better than the best throw by any other Wolf girl over the past decade.

The queen of the booster club’s crab feed fundraiser. (Photo by JohnsPhotos.net)

Then, she moved on, off to see what adventures awaited off-Island, ready to amaze and inspire while chasing real-life dreams.

Whatever path Lauren follows in her post-CHS days, I am confident she will find great success.

She is smart, kind, very strong, and always willing to put in the work. Plus super-classy, if we haven’t already mentioned that multiple times.

Back here in Cow Town Lauren will be remembered for all she accomplished, and the manner in which she reached her goals.

Today, she joins her brother, Josh, in the Coupeville Sports Hall o’ Fame, welcomed into our lil’ digital shrine.

From now on, when you pop up to the top of the blog and look under the Legends tab, you’ll find her hanging out there.

A class act who deserves everything good which comes her way.

Always reaching for the stars. (Photo by JohnsPhotos.net)

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Nothing dims Genna Wright’s smile. (Photos by JohnsPhotos.net)

Genna Wright is a prodigy.

Springing from a family of athletes, the youngest one in the bunch might be the most talented one.

Which is saying a lot when all of your siblings, and your parents, have a heapin’ helpin’ of natural talent mixed with a burning desire to excel.

Owner of one of the sunniest personalties in Coupeville, Genna has rare star quality.

She looks the part. She acts the part.

Whether you’ve known her for years or merely walk past her for the first time, one glance and you know there’s something special about Wright.

She’s got that whole Matthew McConaughey, laid-back surfer personality going on, but there’s never been a doubt she is driven to be the best at everything she attempts.

Even as a young athlete, her love of competition was obvious.

Over the past six years, as she played numerous sports as a middle school, then high school athlete, I’ve witnessed more than one Genna Wright.

I’ve seen her in happier moments — mobbed by teammates after scoring, or lounging with prairie buddy Mollie Bailey, two very-personable young women delighting in friendship and inside jokes.

And I’ve seen Genna in some of her lowest public moments — dealing with the rawness of a season-ending loss, or trying to come to terms with a brutal injury.

Through it all, her spirit, her love of life and those closest to her, her uncanny ability to light up the world around her, have never lagged.

That injury, which cost her an entire season of soccer and a chance to claim the school’s career scoring title on the pitch, was as unfair as they come.

Blown up from behind as she charged after a ball headed for the sideline, at a moment when it wasn’t necessary, Wright shredded virtually everything important in one of her highly-talented legs.

It was a devastating injury, one which required major surgery and a long, torturous rehab.

Which she endured with great grace and admirable grit.

In public, Wright never betrayed her anger or sadness over the lost opportunities, instead choosing to become her teammate’s loudest and proudest cheerleader during her absence from the pitch.

She could have hidden away, but she embraced positivity — something which she has done every step of the way as I have documented her prep sports career.

And what a career it has been — even with the dual daggers of injury and then a pandemic.

Now a bionic woman, yet still fighting for every point.

Wright was the #1 singles player for the Coupeville High School tennis team her entire career — something not accomplished even by Wolf net legends such as Amanda d’Almeida or Valen Trujillo.

CHS coach Ken Stange looked at his irrepressible freshman, dared her to accept the mantle of greatness from day one, and then, like all of us, was wowed when Genna embraced her destiny with a grin (and a nasty forehand).

Whether playing against ritzy Seattle-based private schools, or leading the Wolves to conference crowns, Wright was money in the bank.

All around her, the fortunes of other CHS players rose and fell, through tough matches and easy walk-overs.

But then there was Wright, camped out on her own private patch of court, ripping winners, mixing in graceful parries with booming winners, and, occasionally, arching one eyebrow at dad Ron when he got particularly enthuiastic over her play.

Put her on the soccer pitch, and Genna was maybe even more amazing.

I’m not the most-knowledgable soccer aficionado, but even I could tell she’s something special with a ball on her foot, and a scared goaltender awaiting her impending arrival.

Wright could score from any angle, and, even with all the time lost to injury, still finished as the #3 scorer in CHS girls soccer history.

But she was also a great set-up artist, flicking passes through feet, leaving the ball in just the right spot for one of her teammates to benefit.

And Wright was as tough as any young woman to pull on a Wolf jersey.

Foes flung elbows at her, lashed out at her with wayward legs, did everything legal (and some things maybe not so much legal) to keep her away from the net, but Genna wasn’t here for their shenanigans.

She could bash with the best of them, and, while playing with a remarkably-clean style, was more than able to unleash a bit of the ol’ skull cracker when necessary.

“They call me the Grave Digger, Gramps, cause I bury fools.”

An accomplished student off the field, Genna — like siblings KeriAnne, Aaron, and Sarah before her — is the complete package.

Smart, tough when it matters, talented, funny, genuinely kind at all times — high-achievers who carry themselves with a quiet confidence while declining to thump on their chests while screaming about their superiority — they reflect well on parents Ron and Christine.

Falling back on one of the oldest puns in the book, they do things the … Wright way.

Today we welcome Genna into the Coupeville Sports Hall o’ Fame, where she joins Sarah in hanging out up at the top of the blog under the Legends tab.

In the grand scheme of things, it’s not the first or last honor the youngest Wright will receive, but it is a testament to how highly thought of she is by those who have watched her from the stands these past six years.

With some athletes, you never know what you will get from game to game.

With Genna Wright, there has never been a doubt — you will get her best each and every time out.

Buy your ticket, or go in for free, and you will see a young woman whose mere presence is a guarantee of something special.

She’s like a freakin’ ray of (very-talented) sunshine, she is.

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Chelsea Prescott — without a doubt, the most talented athlete, male or female, in the Coupeville High School Class of 2021. (Photos by JohnsPhotos.net)

She was “The Natural.”

When you look at the Coupeville High School Class of 2021, there is no debate over which graduate was the most naturally-gifted athlete.

Chelsea Prescott stands above the pack, and it didn’t matter the sport.

From volleyball to basketball to softball, with a stop off to play baseball as a little leaguer, Chelly has seemingly been front and center every step of the way.

I can remember her as a middle school ace, pounding the snot out of a volleyball which then caught a rival player flush in the face on its way back to Earth.

At an age when many players tend to hit looping “spikes,” Prescott had already mastered the art of smashing the ball with a righteous fury, sending it where she wanted to, and making dang sure there was little chance the ball would be returned.

On this play, ball met face, there was a sound like a watermelon smashing into concrete after being lobbed off the Empire State Building, and then the other team’s player went to the floor like a rag doll.

A brief moment of eerie silence, then the appearance of Coupeville Athletic Director Willie Smith, equipped with multiple towels to mop up blood and sweat mingling on the floor.

Most everyone on the floor stood in slight shock, except Prescott, who looked rightfully concerned — she has always seemed like a kind, caring young woman — but also had the trace of a smile dancing at the corners of her mouth.

In that moment, her rep as a stone-cold killer was established, and while Chelsea meant no harm, sometimes you have to break a few eggs to make an omelet, so to speak.

Prescott could be lethal at times.

Just ask the Montesano High School assistant softball coach who took one of her wicked line drives right off of his ankle during the state tourney.

He did a whole lot less crap-talking about Coupeville after she tattooed him, and again, a slight smile dancing around the corners of her mouth.

Through all the games I saw her play, I loved that about her — Chelsea didn’t care how big your rep was, or how much publicity your program got.

Between the lines, she never backed down, and she always played with a slight edge to her game.

“Just try and catch my heater!”

It served her well when she was playing baseball, the only young woman on a field filled with boys who, like teen boys everywhere, often thought they had more talent than they did.

Hucking fastballs with the best of them, Prescott held her own on the pitcher’s mound, in the field, and at the plate, until the difference in body sizes made the transition to softball as she entered high school the right choice.

From the moment she stepped on the CHS diamond, she was the complete package — speed, power, a gun for an arm, and brains for days.

Playing deep in the hole at shortstop, Prescott erased many a runner who naively thought they would easily beat out an infield hit.

When the ball popped into Veronica Crownover’s glove over at first a step or two before the hitter’s arrival, the hitters all learned a painful lesson.

Never bet against Prescott. Ever.

Like a bat out of Hell.

At the plate, she would launch low, screaming liners which would find pay-dirt, then kick away from the outfielder as she hauled butt around the base-paths.

A single became a double, a safe two-bagger morphed into a triple, as Prescott got her uniform dirty diving into the bag a half-second before the throw arrived — all while her teammates came charging home ahead of her, building up her RBI totals.

Chelsea made it to the state tourney in both softball and volleyball, but she was equally talented on the basketball court, where she could flip the nets with her shot-making.

Always on the attack.

Really, I believe she would have been a success in whatever sport she chose.

Toss her a tennis racket, put her on a soccer field or a track oval, give her a few days, and Prescott would have been among the best to be wearing a red and black uniform.

Genuine, all-encompassing talent is rare, but Chelsea had it from the first moment I saw her play.

But as good an athlete as she was, or, more appropriately, as she still is, as she prepares to play college volleyball, defining Prescott only as an athlete would not do her full credit.

She is a bright and bold young woman, capable of doing 10,002 things I have no aptitude for — from repairing cars to fixing toilets to pressure-washing houses.

Quarantine cost her a softball season, but Prescott filled those hours developing a skill set which will serve her well when she has to lead us all through the apocalypse.

Through it all, from being ahead of the curve as a middle schooler to rightfully claiming the CHS Athlete of the Year award in her final moments as a Wolf, she has often been brilliant.

Better yet, Chelsea has always been a class act, in how she carries herself in good times and bad, and how she interacts with teammates and rivals, coaches, and family, friends, and fans.

She didn’t have to yak at anyone and try and tell us how good she was. She proved that the best way possible — through her actions.

I knew, way back when she was in 7th grade, this was likely going to end with her being inducted into the Coupeville Sports Hall o’ Fame.

It’s tricky, looking at a middle school athlete and being able to forecast, correctly, that they will continue on a path of excellence.

Some do. Some don’t.

Life throws up obstacles. People change. Potential doesn’t always pay off.

In her case, however, the bet hit big.

Chelsea Prescott impressed me in middle school, as an athlete and a person. She impressed me in high school. I am confident she will continue to impress me for a very long time.

Putting her up there, at the top of the blog, under the Legends tab? It just fits.

She was made for this. Every step of the way.

A warrior, always. (Cory Prescott photo)

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