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We’re less than two months away from the five-year anniversary of Coupeville Sports.

During that time, all of us, working together, have produced 5,359 articles, published a book, erected a Wall of Fame in the CHS gym honoring titles won by Wolf athletes and teams from 1900-2017, and brought the school’s football record board up to date.

I say all of us, because while I am doing the writing (and a lot of the agitating), none of this would be accomplished without you.

The readers. The advertisers. The supporters.

No one is ever going to get rich writing about small town sports.

My dream of an indoor/outdoor swimming pool with a waterfall in the middle will probably have to wait.

But I have been able to stay ahead of my very limited bills, and stay away from “real” work for the past two years.

My fingers thank you. My back thanks you. I thank you.

Not having to wash dishes allowed me the chance to do the research necessary for the Wall of Fame and the football board, giving me time I wouldn’t have had if I was still balancing writing with a day-to-day job.

Going forward, I’d like to do more research, to maybe get basketball its own record board, so the sport which holds the key to the CHS gym could be on an equal footing with volleyball, football and track.

Then, of course, there’s softball, baseball, soccer and tennis, which I’m sure would like their own boards, as well.

To do any of that, to put in research time, to get the backing of those in charge to add new boards, to, frankly, be a (semi-pleasant) pain in the tush, I need your help.

How, you ask?

Well, every time someone gives me info on CHS sports history, it helps.

Every time someone says “Good job,” it helps.

Every time someone thinks twice about throwing rotten tomatoes at me (even when I write something they don’t appreciate), it helps.

But, most of all, a little financial help goes a LONG way.

There are three ways to keep the Coupeville Sports machine rollin’ along.

Donations:

Whether it’s a one-time gift or you like to make it rain on a regular basis, this is the lifeblood of the poor but plucky writer.

You can hit the donate button which sits conveniently at the top of the blog, or, if you don’t like PayPal, my mailing address is 165 N. Sherman, Coupeville, WA 98239.

Or slip something into my pocket at a game. Well, maybe not your discarded candy wrappers…

Advertising:

I’m the best deal in town — $100 gets you an ad for the life of the site.

Ads run down the right side of Coupeville Sports and when readers click on them, it shoots them to your website or Facebook page.

Don’t have either one? No worries. I can link your ad to a page on my blog where I make your business sound like the greatest thing since sliced bread.

Buy my book:

Hop over to Amazon —  https://www.amazon.com/dp/1547255544/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1497205922&sr=8-1&keywords=David+Svien — or buy one from me in person (as soon as I get more copies in).

Christmas gifts, man, Christmas gifts. Gotta be thinking ahead.

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The only mascot you’ll ever need. (John Fisken photo)

I am a big ol’ hypocrite.

Let’s just get that out of the way right off the bat.

On one hand, I openly campaign for athletes at other schools to consider the benefits of playing for Coupeville.

It’s a small 1A school, with a no-cut policy, which means whatever your skill level, your chance of playing (and making a substantial impact) are greater than at a school with a larger student base.

I personally think we have stellar coaches, both in the newbies and grizzled vets, our uniforms are snazzier than other schools, our prairie is prettier than some of the hell-holes other schools occupy, and, last, but certainly not least, media attention, baby.

Play for a school like Klahowya and you’re fighting to get the briefest sniff from the Kitsap Sun, which has a ton of 2A and 3A schools in its area.

Find yourself in Port Townsend (where Seran Dances won three state track titles in May, yet not a word has appeared on the local paper’s website) or South Whidbey (more than a week to read anything on-line about softball’s adventure at the state tourney), and things get really dire.

Not to toot my own horn too much, but I am relentless, and will shower you with coverage morning, noon and night, even if you’re the last player on the JV bench.

So, just imagine the tsunami of articles you can print and clip if you’re actually a big-time star.

College scholarships? A bigger school is not the mecca some think they are.

There may be more Wildcats than Wolves playing college sports overall, but that’s mainly due to the bigger student body from where those athletes came.

Take the last decade and Oak Harbor (a 3A high school) and Coupeville have exactly the same number of athletes who received scholarship money while playing for a major D-1 college program.

It’s Wolves Tyler King (U-Dub) and Kyle King (Oklahoma) vs. Wildcats Marshall Lobbestael (Wazzu) and Heidi McNeill (U-Dub).

With Oak Harbor housing 1,132 students to Coupeville’s 227 in the last classification counts, I’m not sure earning a draw isn’t more of a loss.

If you want to play college sports, you can, and it has little to do with the size of your high school.

In the end, talent, hard work and absolute commitment means more than a fancy name on your high school jersey (unless maybe it says ATM, Bellevue or Garfield).

You have to find your niche, whether it’s D-1 or a small community college, and there will be a chance to compete.

I’m not saying you’re guaranteed a scholarship, or even a chance to play. But you find the right place, be it Alabama or Skagit Valley, you can get a shot, and then it’s up to you to do what you can with that shot.

In the end, though, this all comes down to one thing.

I write about COUPEVILLE, and the better the Wolves do, the easier my job.

There are no conflicts of interest. I don’t work for the school district, they don’t give me a penny, and they have little say in what or who I write about.

If I want to shamelessly recruit, it’s my call, and it makes perfect sense.

I have shed any form of journalistic impartiality. I want, and need, Coupeville teams and athletes to do well. End of story.

And yet, as I said, I’m a hypocrite.

Because, at the same time I openly try and convince people to leave other towns, other schools, behind, I piss and moan when the exact opposite happens.

When we head into the new school year in the fall, there will be at least four very talented athletes playing for Oak Harbor High School who could still be wearing the red and black of CHS.

These are not athletes whose families moved to a different school district, necessitating a change.

That happens, for many different reasons, and I can name a whole string of top-level athletes who were very successful at other schools after landing at their new home.

Volleyball spiker Jessica Riddle, who holds the CHS single-game record for kills and aces, led Anacortes to back-to-back 5th place trophies in 2A as a junior and senior.

Two who moved before high school are Kwamane Bowens, who went on to earn a D-1 football scholarship and Emma Laurion, who scored 118 goals and won back-to-back state soccer titles for Crosspoint Academy.

Huge losses for Wolf Nation. Huge “what if they didn’t move?” scenarios.

The current Wolves masquerading as Wildcats, though, didn’t move. Their families have simply chosen to let them attend, and play for one school, while living in another district.

Which is their right.

As long as both schools, and the WIAA, have no issue with what they’re doing, who am I to question their choices?

Parents should be allowed to make whatever decision they think benefits their children.

Especially when I would openly glad-hand those who made a similar choice … if it benefited Coupeville.

I could be pissy. I could be whiny. Wouldn’t be the first time.

While none of these athletes are the next Kobe Bryant or Mia Hamm, if they played for CHS, they would give me plenty to write about. So, on a personal note, these decisions hit me.

Which sounds really whiny. I get it.

Once again, this blog is not called Oak Harbor Sports or the Klahowya Klarion, or Up with Chimacum.

So let me marinate in my pool of tears over here.

I want athletes to jump to Coupeville, not away. I may understand when the opposite happens, but I don’t have to be thrilled.

Like I said, I’m a big ol’ hypocrite.

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   Your bookshelf isn’t complete without a copy. (Book cover photo by Sylvia Hurlburt)

A little more than three cents a page.

That’s all it costs to own a permanent piece of Coupeville Sports history.

As we head towards the five-year anniversary of this blog, I’m jumping the gun by two months by publishing “Bow Down to Cow Town: Small Town Sports, Big Time Stories.”

It’s 294 pages (in handy 5 x 8 standard paperback book form) of big wins, tough losses and (somewhat) introspective looks at the athletes and coaches who have called Cow Town home from 2012-2017.

All for the low, low price of $9.95 on Amazon (there’s a permanent link on the top right of this blog and another one at the end of this article).

I’m not going to list everyone who appears in the book by name, as it’s a ton.

But there are big appearances from everyone from Jae LeVine to Lathom Kelley, Bob Rea to Kacie Kiel, Willie Smith to Sylvia Arnold and just about everyone else you can think about.

Every word written by me on a computer powered by three hamsters on a treadmill while camped out on the shores of Penn Cove.

Want to help keep me, and Coupeville Sports, going?

Buy a book, heck, buy a couple books.

One for yourself, one for grandma, one for the relatives in Pennsylvania, maybe even one to put under that wobbly table leg to get it to stay steady.

Most important thing? Buy it.

Cause every time you buy a copy, a cow gets its wings … and it’s a little easier for me to pay rent. So, there’s that, too.

To buy my book, pop over to:

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   Keaton Farris, a former CHS student/athlete, died in the Island County Jail April 7, 2015. (Photo courtesy Fred Farris)

We live in a time where everyone seems to get an award.

Whether you win, place or merely show up, here’s a ribbon. Aren’t you special?

But, there’s a huge difference between say, rewarding a little kid for running aimlessly around a soccer field for a few hours and rewarding an institution like, say, a jail, for doing what it should have done in the first damn place.

Here’s what’s irritating me: http://www.whidbeynewstimes.com/news/island-county-jail-wins-award-for-improvements/

When Keaton Farris, a former Coupeville High School athlete fighting mental health issues, died of dehydration and malnutrition April 7, 2015 in the Island County Jail, it was a scandal.

Don’t sugarcoat it.

People screwed up, either choosing to do the wrong thing or making terrible calls in judgement, and a young man died.

End of story.

In the two years since, there has been international media coverage, vigils, lawsuits and firings.

The Island County Jail, and those who work there, have made a public, concerted effort to fix things in the aftermath. For that, certainly, credit is due.

But an award? That the county applied for itself?

Go screw yourself.

After all the kicks in the rear, you now want a pat on the head for doing exactly what you should have already been doing in the first place?

Look, I’m glad you’ve changed things. Glad you’ve improved things.

You had NO CHOICE.

I’m just going to say this — it would have been better to make the improvements THAT YOU HAD TO MAKE and go on about business, without actively seeking a pat on the head afterwards.

The county can hang all the plaques it wants on the wall.

The only thing which really matters is our jail, which sits a mile-and-a-half from my house, a place I pass on almost a daily basis, DOESN’T KILL ANYONE ELSE.

Whether you can apply for the “award” is neither here nor there. What matters is whether you SHOULD have applied for it.

I am firmly on the side of those who say, “No.”

It’s a bad look all around, both the application and any hint of celebrating said “award.”

Someone in the Island County chain of command really should have stopped, thought for a second, and realized just that.

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Nuff said.

Well, I guess we could just call it a vacation.

I know, I know, I haven’t even been gone long enough to grow a luxurious “retirement” beard like David Letterman.

But, while my 10-day sabbatical only allowed me enough time to seed the facial growth, it did give me ample opportunity to reflect on life itself.

I watched some movies — quality stuff like “Bring Me the Head of the Machine Gun Woman” and “Bear Force One” — talked to my landlord’s feral cats, avoided looking for a “real” job and scrolled back through most of the history of Coupeville Sports.

As I did so, a couple of things became clearer.

No one delivers a solid-gold quote like Willie Smith and I used to really enjoy giving South Whidbey verbal wedgies.

Oh, the olden days…

Also, and this probably matters more — there are parts of my life which fuel the depression I fight on an on-again, off-again basis.

Things I need to work on, deal with or walk away from.

Writing is not one of those things.

In fact, it’s the exact opposite.

Writing is the one thing in my life which makes me soar. That gives me an outlet.

As I went back through Coupeville Sports — 5,141 articles stretching over the past four years and eight months — I was reminded of what a unique opportunity I have been given with this blog.

I have a chance to tell the world a multitude of stories.

To give folks from rural Pennsylvania to big city Brazil and everywhere in between a window into the wonder that takes place every day on a prairie in the middle of a rock stuck out here in the waters of the Pacific Northwest.

Along the way I can write about whatever I want, whenever I want, in whatever style I want.

How can I throw that away?

I can’t.

To everyone who talked to me over the past 10 days, in public or private, your support has meant, and will continue to mean, a lot.

To those who have purchased ads or made donations in the past (or those who might now do so), you are the lifeblood of Coupeville Sports.

But so are the moms who leave brownies in my mailbox or the people who share my stories on Facebook or the teen titan who autographs my scorecard after blasting a game-winning double off a two-time league MVP.

Lookin’ at you, Jae LeVine. That’s gonna be worth money some day soon.

We all need a purpose in life. Something to tell the feral cats about as they try and ignore you and concentrate on the tuna you’re bribing them with.

The last 10 days have given me a chance to reflect, to reconsider, to relight the fire.

I’m a writer.

Today, tomorrow, always.

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