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There once was a time when Amanda Fabrizi (top) and Breeanna Messner were giddy and care-free. Then they got whacked by the ref union, 27 times.

      There was a time when Amanda Fabrizi (top) and Breeanna Messner were giddy and care-free. Tuesday night was not one of those times.

They tell us there are seven stages of grief, and, if you work through them all, you’ll come out the other end a happier person.

“They” are idiots.

There reaches a point in this hallowed season of the god-awful ref where you figure it can’t go any lower, it can’t be any worse.

Coupeville High School basketball, its players, its coaches and its fans have gone through shock and denial, pain and guilt, anger and bargaining, depression and now … nope … we’re circling back to anger, and we’re gonna be there for quite some time.

“Little Napoleon” was nowhere to be seen Tuesday night, but his comrades in arms, “Mr. Ed,” “The Bandit Queen” and “Fibber McGee” (ask your great-grandparents…) did just fine taking a thrilling, back-and-forth basketball brawl and then interjecting themselves in the end in a way that had to be witnessed in person to fully comprehend the epic dastardliness mixed with raw stupidity mixed with “how did I get a refereeing certificate?” look on all three refs faces.

Pay attention here. It’s going to get wild.

The Wolf girl hoopsters were pulling off a win for the ages, storming back from six down with under a minute to play against visiting Sultan. Amanda Fabrizi drilled a jumper that would have made a weaker woman quiver in her high tops, then the Wolves forced a turnover in the back-court, then Fabrizi slid two free-throws through the net, then the Wolves forced a five-second violation on the Turks and then …

No, wait. Despite “Mr. Ed” counting the five seconds down and loudly making the call, the third ref, “Fibber McGee,” suddenly claimed he had heard the Sultan coach call a timeout BEFORE the five-second violation.

Which is interesting, since he was nowhere near the coach, the gym was rockin’ with noise and the Sultan coach all but blushed once he realized he was getting away with grand theft basketball. While the three refs giggled like naughty kids at half-court.

The second consecutive home game in which a ref has knifed the Wolf girls not in the back, but fully in the chest with multiple witnesses and the clock running out, the game ended not with Coupeville having a chance to tie or win the game on a final possession, but in a hail of Turk free throws which bumped the final score to 47-42, or 1-0, mission accomplished, in ref speak.

There will be many who think we are whining, we are complaining, we don’t want to play the same game every other team is playing. To them I say, go stuff yourself.

We have seen a visiting player throw a punch (and NOT get ejected), a visiting player get two technicals (and NOT get ejected), a visiting player foul out (and NOT get removed) — all in the same game.

Tuesday, it was more subtle for awhile. A Sultan player tripped over her own feet and sprawled in the paint … and the foul was called on a Wolf 10 feet away. A Sultan player threw an elbow to Hailey Hammer’s head, and Hammer was called for the foul (apparently you can’t flinch).

But all the worse refs always save their best moments for soul-crushing time, and, once again, this trio hit that one out of the park.

And it stinks, because it put a damper on a hard-nosed game that went back-and-forth and featured Fabrizi busting out the Superwoman jersey. Scoring 11 of her game-high 15 points in the second half, she bounced back from early foul trouble to light up the scoreboard.

#3 was everywhere, hitting a leaning runner on a feed from Makana Stone, dropping in a three-pointer from the side that went high enough to scrape the gym ceiling before finding the bottom of the net, and basically living up to the first three letters of her last name — Fab.

She got help from everywhere, as Coupeville broke Sultan’s press with ease, improved their free-throw shooting, and shared the ball. Bessie Walstad and Breeanna Messner each banged for six, while Hammer and Lauren Escalle each popped for five. Stone tossed in three and Jai’Lysa Hoskins dumped in a bucket while hauling down rebound after rebound in traffic.

The Wolves also showed a great deal of resilience, rallying time and again. Down by five at the half, they ripped off a 13-2 run to open the third quarter, with Fabrizi and Walstad each tossing in four.

The loss, the sixth straight for Coupeville, drops the Wolves to 5-12 overall, 3-8 in Cascade Conference play.

With South Whidbey beating Lakewood 50-46, the Wolves trail the Falcons (5-6) by two games with three to play in the hunt for the #2 playoff seed of the three 1A schools in the conference.

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There was a time when THIS is what was waiting for you in the CHS gym.

There was a time when THIS is what was waiting for you in the CHS gym.

Lexie (left) and Brittany Black played college basketball on scholarship. There's a reason why.

Lexie (left) and Brittany Black played college basketball on scholarship. There’s a reason why.

I am an idiot.

Which is not a big surprise, really, because it’s an affliction that affects most sports writers.

If we were smarter, we’d be doing something more with our time than shaping the perfect flat ass by spending huge amounts of time trying to find that elusive comfortable position while camped in various high school bleachers (hint: there isn’t one).

I have covered sports, off and on, for 23 years here on Whidbey Island, in a variety of outlets, and yet, if I try and pass myself off as some kind of expert, frankly, it will be final proof that I have lost it for good.

I watch and I report and I know the rules (most of ’em) and, if provoked, probably have a few theories on what works and what doesn’t (theories that are no more or less correct than those held by any set of parents, former players or random fans sharing those bleachers.)

What I do know, without a doubt, is that when it comes to covering basketball, it is easy, too easy at times, to get carried away with who scored, and how many points they scored.

It’s easy. It reduces the game to its quickest, most concise, easiest to digest basics. Which is great for an easily distracted writer.

And, it is how the game is decided, after all. One team scores more points and the other team is a lot less happy when they leave the court.

But the game is a lot bigger than that.

Wilt Chamberlain scored a ton of points, but Bill Russell won a ton more championships. Kobe without Shaq is a novelty act. The Portland Trailblazers, the joy and bane of my existence, won their only championship when I was six (bastards!), as the defense of Bill Walton and friends shut down the high-flying theatrics of Dr. J.

But let’s take it back to the high school level, which is where I have covered sports for the past 20+ years.

If there is one thing I know for sure, one thing I can speak to and know to be absolutely true, it is this — in the words of Gene Hackman in “Hoosiers” — “There is more to this game than shooting.”

There will be, and have always been, arguments in small towns over who plays where, whether it be varsity or JV. Coupeville. Oak Harbor. Bellevue. Mater Dei. Doesn’t matter.

It’s easy, too easy, to look at that most basic of stats — points — and think that that alone should dictate who plays where.

But that’s too simple, even for me.

You have to ask yourself, how were those points scored? Who were they scored against? There are big scorers and then there are players who actually dominate the game. They are not always the same thing.

From 23 years of watching high school basketball players, I know one thing for certain. The best players I have seen, at Coupeville, at Oak Harbor and from any of the visiting schools, have always been about more than scoring.

Defense. Hustling. Rebounding. Sacrificing. Working with your teammates (not viewing them as the enemy). Being coachable. Committing to the same goals. These are the hallmarks of a champion.

That, more than his scoring, is what made Manny Martucci a force of nature at Oak Harbor in the early ’90s when I was at the News-Times. That is what carried Ashley Ellsworth-Bagby and the Black ‘n Blue sisters (Lexie and Brittany) to multiple trips to the state tourney as Wolves.

Lexie Black should be held up to the current generation as Example 1A.

Here was a young woman blessed with height (six-foot-two, whether she wants to admit it or not!) and fierce shoulders who moved like a fashion model off the court and like a beast when wearing the red and black.

She elevated, she fought for rebounds, she used her size and reach to dominate the paint and still owns a record for the most blocked shots in a 1A girls’ state basketball playoff game nearly a decade later.

But height doesn’t define the game any more than scoring does.

Ross Buckner was the polar opposite of Lexie. A short, wiry fireball who once hit the wall at the end of the CHS gym going full-tilt (the bare wall, not the part covered by the mat), then bounced back up and took off in pursuit of the ball before the crowd could fully let loose with the horrified gasp on its collective lips.

If you are a young player, or the parent of a young player, look in the mirror and take a good, hard look at what stares back.

You say you love the game. If you really do, you have to fully commit. Play the entire game, the entire length of the floor.

Life isn’t fair. Coaches are human. Choices will be made, and they will not be well received by all. It has been ever so.

But that doesn’t matter. Look in that mirror and ask yourself, are you playing like Lexie Black and Ross Buckner?

Because if you’re not, there’s probably about 30 legitimate reasons you’re playing at the level you are right now.

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Kacie Kiel is coming for you, Langley!! (John Fisken photos)

Kacie Kiel is coming for you, Langley!! (John Fisken photos)

And she's bringing McKenzie "Elbows o' Death" Bailey with her.

And she’s bringing McKenzie “Elbows o’ Death” Bailey with her.

And, for good measure, Miranda "The Crusher" Engle is coming, too.

And, for good measure, Miranda “The Crusher” Engle is coming, too.

It all ends tonight!

One night only! FRIDAY, FRIDAY, FRIDAY!!

Wolves vs. Falcons, one school to rule them all. One school to claim Island supremacy (no one cares what happens up in Strip Mall City … I mean Oak Harbor), while the other one cries sweet, sweet tears that fall like rain on a winter night.

It shall be epic. It shall be “Highlander”-esque.

The place: South Whidbey High School in Langley.

The time: 5:00 tipoff for boys’ varsity and girls’ JV basketball, 6:45 for girls varsity and boys’ JV.

The stakes: I could talk about what this means to all four teams playoff hopes (a lot), but let me repeat: THIS IS FOR ISLAND SUPREMACY!!!!!!!!

Let the Wolves go forward and sing the song of our forefathers … if Woody Guthrie was one of our forefathers.

This Island is your land, this Island is my land
From the Clinton ferry dock, to the chocolate mousse at Christopher’s
From Greenbank Farm, to the Penn Cove waters
This Island was made for you and me, but mainly us

As I was walking a ribbon of highway
I saw above me an endless skyway
I saw below me a golden valley
This Island was made for you and me, but mainly us

I’ve roamed and rambled and I’ve followed my footsteps
To the rocky beaches of her freezing waters
And all around me a voice was sounding
This Island was made for you and me, but mainly us

The sun comes shining as I was strolling
The farm fields waving and the Wolves rolling
The fog was lifting, a voice come chanting
This Island was made for you and me, but mainly us

As I was walkin’ – I saw a sign there
And that sign said – no trespassin’
But on the other side …. it didn’t say nothin!
Now that side was made for you and me, but mainly us!

In the squares of the city – In the shadow of the steeple
Near the relief office – I see my people
And some are grumblin’ and some are wonderin’
If this Island’s still made for you and me.

And the answer is yes, this Island is our Island ever and ever
We are the Wolves, mighty and fierce
You are the Falcons, fallin’ from the sky
This Island was made for you and me, but mainly us

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Let's dance...

Let’s dance…

Dear Whidbey News-Times and Whidbey Examiner … I mean Sound Publishing … I mean Black Press … I mean … how many levels ARE there to this Canadian Corporate Conglomerate, this Evil Empire that has beached itself on Whidbey Island and befouled our once-pristine Island papers?!?!?!

OK, OK, OK … let’s start over.

Dear Moosejawians … Manitobians … creepy Canucks … , Molson-drinkin’ hosers (your pants are suspiciously wet and that’s NOT maple syrup!) … am I getting close?

Hi, my name is David and I’m NOT a responsible journalist.

I print inflammatory headlines. I use photos out of context. I am not impartial. I interject my own opinions into my stories. I cover EVERYTHING.

I am kicking your ass … and I’m only doing this part-time.

I am your worst nightmare come home to roost.

Journalism has changed, in some ways for the better, in some ways for the worse. But it has changed and you have not and you are dying.

I intend to live on.

I know Coupeville. You do not.

I am Coupeville. You have a building here, usually vacant by 4:30.

You print the bare basics three days after the event.

I have 21 articles (seriously) and 34,901 photos (well, maybe not that many, but close…) up online before you drink your morning coffee.

Imagine what I could do if I gave in after all these years and got a cell phone and posted live from games?

Imagine what I could do if I didn’t hold on to at least some of those journalistic ethics better men and women than myself tried to pound into my thick skull?

Imagine if I got really pissed?

Think of a world where you have erased three years of my bylines from the Whidbey Examiner and don’t give a crap. Now imagine that I take that personally.

Imagine a world where I am going to beat you to EVERY scoop.

Imagine a world where I am going to out-write, out-work and out-taunt you.

Imagine a world where I am going to do a feature story on EVERY SINGLE Coupeville athlete, even if I have to stalk Kole Kellison at every soccer game like a … well … stalker. He will talk one day. Oh, he will talk.

Imagine a world where I am going to dry up your advertising, business by business.

Imagine a world where you are going to lose and you are going to look foolish doing it.

Now, imagine a world where you smarten up and move your money out of your failing Whidbey Island newspapers and move it squarely behind me.

Imagine a world where, instead of getting a daily Wet Willie, you’re suddenly on the side of good again.

And where do you find that world?

You write out the sizable check to David Svien and you mail it to 145 N. Sherman.

It’s in a town called Coupeville.

Some day you’ll have to visit it.

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Haley Marx gets some serious ponytail action going as she hauls in a rebound. (John Fisken photo)

       Haley Marx gets some serious ponytail action going as she hauls in a rebound. (John Fisken photos)

See? This is what it looks like when Bessie Walstad moves. At the end of the game, she was PLANTED.

    See? This is what it looks like when Bessie Walstad MOVES. At the end of the game, she was PLANTED.

And there it is, that old familiar feeling of being kicked in the stomach.

In this season of the god-awful ref, an old, familiar face showed up in Coupeville again Tuesday night. He was pompous. He was overly proud of how he explained every last call like he was talking to a classroom full of first graders. He stared down Wolf coaches and fans.

And then, when it mattered most, he stepped in and effectively stole the game.

The words “Bessie Walstad never moved!!” will go down in history along side “Back and to the left” when it comes to assassinations. Because that’s what happened. Coupeville got whacked.

In a girls’ basketball game that, while it wasn’t the most beautifully played game ever, was tense and close and exciting, everything came down to one final play. Coupeville and visiting Lakewood were knotted at 35 after Amanda Fabrizi had hit back-to-back sparkling jumpers (the second off of a Walstad rebound) in the game’s final seconds.

The Cougars brought the ball up under careful pressure (“No fouls!” thundered Wolf assistant coach Brittany Black as Coupeville broke the huddle), looking for a final shot. The Wolves tensed as the ball came inside.

And then Little Napoleon struck, taking the game out of the player’s hands, calling a foul on Walstad, a Wolf senior captain, who had committed the great crime of having the player she was guarding back right over her like an out-of-control semi truck.

To repeat: Bessie Walstad never moved!

But Little Napoleon twirled his imaginary six-shooters, then curled his bad guy mustache and let the Cougars hit one of two free throws with 1.8 seconds to play. Knife still stuck firmly in chest, Coupeville had a desperation half-court shot from Breeanna Messner fall short at the buzzer and staggered off on the short end of a 36-35 referee-aided assassination.

Emerging later from a somber locker room, Coupeville coach David King shook his head softly.

“I never like to blame the officiating…”

And then his words trailed off and he sighed. Deeply.

The final play marred what should have been a fourth quarter to remember for Fabrizi, who hit three pressure-packed jumpers and wrestled a ball away from a Lakewood player in a tussle that ended with the otherwise ladylike Wolf guard inadvertently drop-kicking her opponent in the face.

Her take-down set up what looked like a great ending, as Walstad corralled a rebound, flung it to Messner at the top of the key, then watched as Messner threaded a pass between defenders to Fabrizi, who never hesitated, knocking down the game-tying jumper from the side with mere seconds to play.

Things shouldn’t have been that close, however, as the Wolves were obviously a better team. But they were also weakened by illness (no Katie Kiel, a limited Makana Stone, Lauren Escalle and Haley Marx), had trouble scoring inside and were tripped up by their old arch-nemesis, missed free throws.

Coupeville clanged the rim from the charity stripe, hitting just three of 19. Lakewood wasn’t much better, at nine of 23, but made five in the final period, including the most unkind one of all at the end.

Fabrizi paced the Wolves with 10 points, while Stone  banged away for six, with her best play a rebound she put back up and in at the halftime buzzer.

Messner, Walstad and Jai’Lysa Hoskins popped for four apiece, Escalle knocked down three and Hailey Hammer and Haley Marx dropped in a bucket apiece, with Marx’s basket coming off of a tough rebound and put back in the paint.

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