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Park the car here. The drive to Oak Harbor is overrated. (Janie Keilwitz photo)

Small town, farm town, your town
make ’em bow down

Wear the Wolf with pride
your passion, no need to hide

Red and black, red and white
debate rages, for which colors do you fight

Matters not, either way
you’re here to make the other team pay

Starts with a C, ends with an E
fight, no bended knee, bleed to make them see

Play for the uniform on your back
the players who line up, stack by stack

Big city to the North, big city to the South,
talk, talk, talk with the mouth

Leave your town
ignore everyone with the frown

Come play for us
even take the bus

Big city opportunities abound
especially if you can rebound

Take the easy way out
if you don’t have heart for the bout

Run away, leave Cow Town to deal
who cares what they steal

We’ll get you to the next level, they say
though with your soul, you might pay

Big town, big town, it’s a lure
for the one with no fight, the common cur

Stay in the small town, suck it up
talkin’ to you, buttercup

No need to believe the lie
facts not shy

College rides land for a small town star
just as often as those who ran far

Far, far away from their town
makin’ everyone frown

U-Dub, Oklahoma, full ride
what town they come from, no need for us to hide

Cow Town kickin’ your rear
open your ears and hear

Stay local, stay loyal
you can still be a royal

You don’t build teams
you just destroy dreams

When you take the easy way out
ankle to be a big city lout

You live in Cow Town, stay in Cow Town all day
Make the Eagles and RedHawks pay

Or show your lack of heart
by exiting like a big old fart

Leave a stink behind as the door swings
head to Joke Harbor and see what it brings

Not sticking it to coaches
no claims of recruiting like Bellevue cockroaches

Honor abounds where purple and gold adorn hats
much respect for the ‘Cats

Parents, parents who see things not there
that’s what’s tough to bear

Kill Cow Town, exit stage right
do you fear the small town fight

My kid’s goin’ pro one day
gettin’ me that big pay

Brain matter leaking out your ears
for your sanity there are fears

What do you learn when you cut and run
drain the fun

Teach your kids to shortcut
trade homes like a mutt

Lookin’ for somethin’ not to be found
moving up slightly on the mound

Or stay, stay and build, have pride
remain loyal, with nothing to hide

Show guts, show loyalty, show who you are
help us raise the bar

Stay, stay in Coupeville, teach your kid pride and passion
instead of gettin’ a lyrical lashin’

Stand tall, stand straight
make your own fate

Be a Wolf, live a Wolf, today and every day
listen to my words and … stay

We are Cow Town, with you, without you
better to hear us cheer than boo

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It's a big, wild world of mascots out there. It's time to think beyond Wolves.

It’s a big, wild world of mascots out there. It’s time to think beyond Wolves.

We are the Wolves, but so is everyone else.

Coupeville High School shares a mascot with at least six other Washington state high schools, including one rival we face a lot.

That’s Sequim, the school which produced current CHS Athletic Director Willie Smith.

But if Coupeville were to play Black Hills, Eastlake, Muckleshoot Tribal, South Kitsap or Wapato, it would offer an equal amount of confusion.

And that’s not to mention our former Cascade Conference rival, the Cedarcrest Red Wolves, or the schools — Goldendale, Heritage, Jackson, Morton-White Pass and Tekoa-Rosalia — which celebrate Timberwolves.

Frankly, it’s time to mix things up.

The closest real wolf pack as of June 2016 is halfway across the state, with the vast majority of wolves camped out in upper Eastern Washington these days.

We have no real connection to the animal here on Whidbey, and that’s never going to change, barring a wild and illogical plan being hatched to relocate a pack to Deception Pass State Park to weed out the weaker tourists.

It’s just a mascot we have for no particular reason (much like Oak Harbor’s Wildcats and South Whidbey’s Falcons) and it lumps us into a large gray mass in the middle.

Now would be a great time to change mascots, build a new brand, sell a lot of merchandise and catch everyone’s attention.

How, you ask?

By actually hailing our heritage or surroundings and doing so in a fun manner that would get people talking (and t-shirts flying out the door).

By being unique.

Let’s break from the pack (nudge, nudge…) and join the likes of the Davenport Gorillas, the Quincy Jackrabbits, the Ridgefield Spudders or the Northwest Yeshiva 613s.

And yes, that last one is real. The school is offering a shout-out to the number of commandments in the Torah.

While calling ourselves the Coupeville Head-Loppers (in tribute to Isaac Ebey’s final encounter with the natives) would probably be frowned upon, imagine if we were the Coupeville Clams (Killer Clams?), Sea Captains or Mussels.

For one thing, the new student chant “We are the mighty, mighty Mussels” practically writes itself.

Heck, there are enough cows (“Bow Down to Cow Town”) and Raccoons (“Rabies, Rabies, You’re all Gettin’ Rabies”) in our town that both make more sense than Wolves.

Or, pay tribute to the Puget Sound mosquito fleets (“The Coupeville Mosquitoes drained the life blood out of the Cowboys”).

Choose creatively — don’t wuss out like Port Townsend did when they replaced Redskins with RedHawks, passing on Riptides and Sasquatch — then craft a memorable logo.

No one outside of our immediate fan base is buying Coupeville Wolves merchandise.

The Coupeville Cows, with a cartoon heifer doing the Heisman pose, or the Coupeville Killer Clams (with a saucy cartoon mollusk striking an Arnold Schwarzenegger pose?

We’re talking Biloxi Shuckers or Hartford Yard Goats style money for days.

Translation: 17 random guys in Michigan who couldn’t tell you where Washington state was on a map suddenly all want to wear your gear.

We’re sitting on a financial windfall here, and we just need someone in power brave enough to stand up and say, “I have seen the future … and it’s full of mighty, mighty Mussels, baby!!”

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Who speaks for the Wolf? (Robyn Myers photo)

Don’t make the Sad Coyote cry any more. Play a sport! (Robyn Myers photo)

Psst, kid … yeah you … this is your time.

Monday marks the first day of practice for volleyball, girls soccer and boys tennis at Coupeville High School and day five for football.

Plus, there are pretty substantial rumors a number of Wolves are going to travel down to South Whidbey and run cross country this season.

Since CHS doesn’t have an active harrier program, they’ll train and travel with the Falcons, but compete under the Coupeville banner.

To everyone, in any of the different sports, who shows up tomorrow, I say congratulations.

You are expanding your horizons, giving yourself new challenges, taking full advantage of everything your school has to offer.

To those who are wavering on this (suddenly less ferociously-hot) Sunday, I say, DO IT!!!!!

Take a chance. Try something new or return to a sport you once played.

Just do it.

Early estimates have three of the four fall sports at CHS down in number of athletes from a year ago, and, if that plays out, it sucks.

Opportunity abounds right now, thanks to Coupeville’s relative smallness (we boast the sixth-smallest student body of any 1A school) and, if the numbers hold, lack of competition for a roster spot.

In the two years the Wolves have been in the Olympic League, athletic success has trended upward.

Coupeville, across the 11 varsity sports, has been well in front of Port Townsend and Chimacum, while making a sustained, serious run at Klahowya, which has the second-biggest 1A student body.

Now is not the time to take a step back.

Now is the time for the benches to be deep, for the programs to be growing.

Every athlete, top to bottom, is important at a small school.

Athletics are not more important than academics, but, when the two are combined, they provide you with a better base.

When I look back at my own high school days in Tumwater, I don’t remember the tests I aced (or the classes I skipped…), but I do vividly remember playing tennis on gas-soaked courts in the hellhole that is Aberdeen, while local fans threw rocks at us through the chain-link fence.

I sort-of remember a vinegary English teacher calling me a blasphemer after I wrote a story about Adam and Eve rolling dice with the Devil, but that time I hit a jerk-wad foreign exchange student in the chest with three consecutive shots as he cussed me out in his native tongue?

Crystal clear.

Now imagine if I had been anything more than a mere journeyman netter?

I might be telling you about the state tourneys I played in, as opposed to fondly remembering the open sewage which ran past the courts in Hoquiam and the afternoon we “liberated” the large welcome carpet from outside Charles Wright Academy.

Anyway, the point of this rambling is this — sports, whether you’re All-State or prone to running extra laps, makes for memories you simply can’t get in a classroom.

Take advantage. Don’t let the opportunities slip away.

Get off your duff and show up Monday. Play a sport.

Your very own gas-soaked courts, irksome foreign exchange students and open sewage awaits you, but only if you go seek them out.

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This photo of Wolf cheerleaders Emily Clay (left) and Katie Kiel, taken after a paint war, was one of the first I ever ran on this blog. (Pam Headridge photo)

   One of the first photos I published featured Wolf cheerleaders Emily Clay (left) and Katie Kiel in the aftermath of a team paint war. (Pam Headridge photo)

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   The most popular pic in blog history — Wolf hoops players celebrating the win which sent them to state last season. (John Fisken photo)

Coupeville Sports started in anger.

And, while a bit of that still lingers — though it’s more mild frustration than outright anger these days — I’d like to think things have largely changed for the better.

When I launched this blog Aug. 15, 2012, I really didn’t know I’d churn out 4,497 articles in the next four years.

That my readership numbers would vastly top what I anticipated and continue to grow each year.

Most of all, I didn’t realize it would offer me a chance to make a real, hopefully lasting, impact on a community in which I’ve lived for the past two decades-plus.

Back then, I was just peeved. Seriously peeved.

The Whidbey Examiner, a proudly independent paper I had written for on a consistent basis for 15+ years, had been sold to the same Canadian kajillionaire who already owned all the other publications on the Island.

One moment, we were “fighting the good fight against the Evil Empire,” and the next we were just another minor line item on a business report produced by that same “Evil Empire.”

Which might have been OK, if all my bylines (way too often the only “payment” I received) hadn’t promptly vanished, never to be seen again, erased by a giant corporation that couldn’t have given less of a crap if it tried.

So, I was mad.

When I kick-started my blog, I set out to be a major pain in the ass to the Whidbey papers.

If you look back at some of the early days, when I frequently ridiculed Canada and picked fights with South Whidbey, King’s and ATM fans, I was a bit of a turd.

A partially-justified turd, but still a turd.

Aggrieved South Whidbey fans even launched their own rival sports blog, which sputtered and died after a mere two articles.

But then things changed, not 100% (losing hundreds of by-lined stories forever still chafes me), but a good, let’s say, 83.2%.

Little bits and pieces of change came from a lot of people, though Kim Andrews probably deserves the most credit.

She was the sports scheduling magician at CHS in the early days of Coupeville Sports, and more than once she gave me good-natured grief about some of my choices.

“You can do better. You could make a real impact if you’d stop being such a butt-head all the time,” she’d say, and I’d roll my eyes.

But, over time, I began to realize how right she was, and I began to (slowly) change.

Four years later, I still tweak South Whidbey from time to time (King’s and ATM moved out of my line of fire when Coupeville changed leagues) and I’m still not totally copacetic with Canada.

But Coupeville Sports, by and large, has gone in a much more positive direction, and both my readership numbers, and what I personally get out of running the blog, have benefited.

When I look back on nearly 4,500 articles, there are some that really worked, a few that probably didn’t, and a lot in the middle.

Hearing a story made an impact on someone, getting positive feedback, in person or through the internet, has driven me more than money (though every last donation is immensely appreciated).

As we take that first step into year five, there are two areas, both still works in progress, of which I am most proud.

When I started my own Hall of Fame, which lives at the top of the blog under the Legends tab, it was a way to give myself something to write about on Sundays.

Now, 60 induction ceremonies later, it’s become something much larger, in spirit at least.

It’s a way to remember the people who have come along and left a mark, who have made Wolf Nation bigger, brighter and better, whether as athletes, coaches or contributors.

To tell them, at least for a moment, “We remember what you did. We will not forget you.”

And now, any day, a more concrete version of that sentiment will rise on the CHS gym wall.

It’s taken a good year, of research (which gave me an opportunity to forge an alliance with the Whidbey papers, thanks to the generosity of Keven R. Graves and Jim Waller), of fundraising, of fast-talking and cajoling, of believing deeply, but my title board project is almost reality.

When it goes up, the handful of banners in the gym will be replaced by a display which recognizes 112 titles won over the past 56 years in 11 different sports at our high school.

For the first time, athletes, fans and coaches will see the highly-successful Wolf teams of the ’70s remembered along side the new golden age Coupeville’s female athletic stars crafted in the early 2000’s.

A sport like cross country, no longer active at CHS but bearing a proud past, will step back into the spotlight again.

Tennis, which has never gotten its fair share of the credit, will rise up and finally be acknowledged, with track, as the most successful athletic programs in school history.

Those who came before will know “We remember what you did. We will not forget you,” and those participating today will have something to aim for, a chance to join their parents and grandparents on Coupeville’s Wall of Fame.

It’s a huge moment, for the school, for the community, as we embrace a vital part of our history, and it will mean a lot to me, to know that one idiot with a blog was able to help pull it all off.

As I head into year five of Coupeville Sports, it would be easy to slip back into poking the Falcons with cheap-shots or lament what Canada took from me.

But I’d rather look forward and try to build on what the Hall of Fame and the title board project have helped accomplished.

Somewhere, Kim Andrews is smiling.

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Madrona Way, now free of Checkpoint Charlie for the first time in nine months. (David Svien photo)

   The corner of Madrona Way and Sherman, now free of Checkpoint Charlie for the first time in nine months. (David Svien photo)

Our long national nightmare is done.

If you had nine months in the Madrona Way road project bingo game, time to cash in.

Checkpoint Charlie, which has loomed outside Coupeville Sports World Headquarters, right there on the intersection of Madrona and Sherman, is no more.

Freedom. Sweet, sweet driving freedom.

No longer do a kazillion cars have to make a right, shoot up past my duplex, then make the scintillating choice between taking Black Rd. or the highway.

Now we have TWO, I say TWO ways in to town.

What an age to live in…

Now what insignificant thing will I have to whine about?

Oh, don’t worry about me. I’m sure I’ll find something.

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