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Wolf Nation will never bow down, even if you take its horns!!!

Dear Washington Interscholastic Activities Association and Cascade Conference,

With all due respect, bite me.

In your effort to legislate every last bit of genuine excitement out of high school sports, you have apparently decided that Coupeville High School, and its student cheering section, is out of control. The Wolves are enemy number one.

Are you morons?

If you attended a single CHS volleyball game and you witnessed Danny “Shaman” Savalza lead his band of rough ‘n ready rowdies through their paces, you would see one thing: a group of students who have reawakened dormant school spirit, a group that supports their fellow students, a “mob” that is loud, proud and bleeds red and black.

You would not see an abusive crowd, you would not see athletes who willfully make illegal hits and then want their opponents to pray with them after the game. You would see the very thing you want to promote — kids taking pride in their school.

But that won’t do for the fun police, who won’t be happy until every high school sporting event resembles a day at the country club, where no one raises their voice above a whisper, lest a golfer have his tender psyche shattered by a patron burping during his back swing.

Which is not a slam on CHS golfers Austin and Christine Fields, who, like most Wolves, are made of hardier stock than that.

But you hear one or two complaints from parents from other schools — parents mad because their kids lost a game — that the big, bad Wolves are too loud, too proud and you swoop in to take away our kids’ vuvuzela horns, you tell them not to bang brooms on the ground during volleyball games or wave the Wolf flag, you want them to sit down, shut up and be good little Stepford children.

Which is bull.

You allow verbally abusive parents to remain in the stands, regardless of whether they berate the coaches and officials or their own daughters.

But have a group of students take pride in their town, their school, their classmates, and you get your panties in a bunch. Can’t have that! Got to shut it down before that spirit spreads!

So, I dare you — get out of your seats, leave your swanky offices and come to Coupeville (it’s on a rock in the middle of the water, kinda hard to miss), watch what Savalza and crew do, and then try to explain to us how exactly they’re the bad guys.

And then give them back their horns!

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Well, that’s a nice start… (Shelli Trumbull photo)

The Upset of the Century will be televised … sort of.

When the Coupeville High School football squad pulls off the stunner heard ’round the state and wallops unbeaten, top-ranked King’s Friday night at Mickey Clark Field (7 PM kickoff), even those not in attendance will be able to enjoy the show.

The Knights, being from a fancy-dancy private school, have some state of the art camera equipment they schlep with them and they like to broadcast their athletic achievements across the world wide web. There will be a live stream of the game available at live.kstvonline.com.

Now it would probably not be professional of me to encourage CHS fans to show up bare-chested, with letters painted across their bodies that read “Wolves rule! Knights drool!” or some such nonsense, for the benefit of the cameras.

But then, who ever said I was a professional?

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Wolf quarterback Dalton Martin picks up some yardage the hard way.

  “And it looks like the refs are throwing yet another flag, Kole. What do you think about that?”

      “Ooh ooh ooh, the guys in the booth noticed me! I’m throwing like five more flags in a row just so they keep talking about me! Wait, now where did my seeing-eye dog go?!?!?”

“We can’t feel our faces!!”

“Neither can we!!!!!!”

If I hadn’t already previously mentioned, the weather conditions for the Coupeville High School JV football game Monday were less than desirable.

I can still feel the icy wind shooting up my shorts and … what, of course I was wearing shorts! I’m not a wuss. Really, really stupid, possibly, but not a wuss…

Anyway, the few die-hard fans (a mixture of dedicated parents and CHS students) who were there got to enjoy some football (Lathom Kelley running like a Mack truck), a ton of penalty flags (the refs apparently wanted to stay outdoors as long as humanly possible) and some snappy play-by-play from the fill-in booth announcers (Caleb Valko and Kole Kellison.)

Photographer/dedicated mom Melissa Zimmerman-Losey was there as well, battling the wind to get these shots, so that the rest of you “Ooh, it’s too cold, I’m going to stay home under my blankies and watch Peyton Manning on Monday Night Football” types can see a bit of what you missed.

If you want to FEEL what you missed, my knees are still at about 17 degrees…

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“For Ferris!!” (Shelli Trumbull photo)

You can’t trust computers.

They freeze up. They glitch. Sometimes they just get uppity on you and, sometimes … sometimes they want to kill you and everyone you’ve ever known.

Skynet in “The Terminator” films. Hal in “2001.” And what about WOPR in “WarGames?” It tried to kill freakin’ Ferris Bueller!!!

And now we’re supposed to just smile and get all huggy when the steel-plated psychos start predicting football scores, as if that makes everything OK. Ferris Bueller … you tried to drop thermonuclear war on Ferris Bueller’s head!! That is so not classy!!

I bring this up because I was perusing the Seattle Times website and stumbled across a link to a site called ScoreCzar, (https://sites.google.com/a/scoreczar.com/scoreczar/) where one man (Scott Odiorne) and his evil, evil computer (I shall call her … Debbie) have refined the art of ranking Washington state high school football teams and then predicting how they will do against other teams.

His “scary accurate computer rankings” (supplied by that tramp, Debbie) predict that Eastside Catholic will stomp Bishop Blanchet 27-8 this week, which, admittedly, doesn’t mean that much to me.

No, where Mr. Odiorne and that hussy, Debbie, have aroused the ire of Wolf Nation is where they pick King’s to beat Coupeville 40-0.

Sure, King’s is the number one ranked team in 1A, they’re unbeaten, their quarterback (Billy Green) is Mr. Universe and their biggest, baddest offensive lineman (Mason Friedline) has a scholarship to Yale (ooh, la-de-da … I guess Harvard wouldn’t take you?).

Which will mean diddly and squat when Wolf running back Jake Tumblin hits Mach 5 and takes the ball to the house.

Games are decided by the fight in the players on the field and not by the overheated wires of that slattern … Debbie.

Coupeville needs to take a stand against computer tyranny this Friday. Win one for the humans and wipe that smug grin off Debbie’s main-frame.

Do it for Ferris!!

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The Bucket hitches a ride with Wolf senior Danny Savalza.

All is right in the world again.

After six long years of being in captivity in that blighted land known only as the South End, The Bucket has come back to Coupeville. When the Wolves marched onto Waterman Field Friday night, the ground trembled and the heavens wept (sure, some folks call it rain, but we know better), for they knew that justice was about to be delivered.

Forty-eight minutes of football later, one team, one town, stood tall. And that town doesn’t have the words South or Whidbey anywhere in its name.

Falcons fly for awhile and then they fall to the ground. Wolves stand tall for all time.

And while CHS takes really good care of The Bucket (for a very long time) we offer the folks of Langley a few words from Johnny Cash. The song is “Cry, Cry, Cry” and you’re welcome, Langley!

Everybody knows where you go when the sun goes down.
I think you only live to see the lights of town.
I wasted my time when I would try, try, try.
When the lights have lost their glow, you’re gonna cry, cry, cry.

Soon your sugar-daddies will all be gone.
You’ll wake up some cold day and find you’re alone.
You’ll call to me but I’m gonna tell you: “Bye, bye, bye,”
When I turn around and walk away, you’ll cry, cry, cry,

You’re gonna cry, cry, cry and you’ll cry alone,
When everyone’s forgotten and you’re left on your own.
You’re gonna cry, cry, cry.

I lie awake at night to wait ’til you come in
You stay a little while and then you’re gone again
Every question that I ask, I get a lie, lie, lie
For every lie you tell, you’re gonna cry, cry, cry

When your fickle little love gets old, no one will care for you.
You’ll come back to me for a little love that’s true.
I’ll tell you no and you gonna ask me why, why, why?
When I remind you of all of this, you’ll cry, cry, cry.

You’re gonna cry, cry, cry and you’ll want me there,
It’ll hurt when you think of the fool you’ve been.
You’re gonna cry, cry, cry.

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