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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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All things end. (Image property of Warner Brothers)

I don’t know if this is the final chapter for all time, but it is for now.

After 5,141 articles (and just shy of a million page hits all-time) over the past 4.5 years, I am bringing Coupeville Sports to an end.

Today is April 3rd, not 1st, but just so there are no misunderstandings, it’s not a joke.

I’m not messing with you, pulling the rug out, then chuckling as I backpedal.

This is the end, and I realize it’s sudden and ill-timed, but it is what it is.

The awkward timing is partially brought about by a cold, hard fact — for my blog to continue, I have to give WordPress its yearly $99 payment Tuesday.

While I had originally considered bringing Coupeville Sports to an end after spring sports finish their run, walking away in conjunction with a school year coming to a close, that $99 is forcing my hand.

If I pay, I’m not going to walk away a month and a half later and essentially light most of that cash on fire on my way out the door.

Pay, you stay.

And, now, at this moment in time, I can’t stay.

I am tired.

Physically, a bit, though nothing to be concerned about. Mainly emotionally and mentally.

I am not sick. I do not have a secret illness.

I just need quiet.

That path was started when I got rid of my house phone and refused to accept a cell phone.

Now, if I let Coupeville Sports go, which I have viewed as a 24/7/365 occupation, I can also let Facebook and Twitter go, and that will help quite a bit.

I will retain my email account (the old-school davidsvien@hotmail.com), since I have family which might want to contact me once in awhile, but that’s it.

I am not a social person, and that has grown stronger over time.

While it might be a little hard to truly become a hermit in 2017 (there are two roads right outside my duplex), stepping away from social media and stepping away from obsessively staying on top of school sporting activities should help me head at least a little bit in that direction.

How long that will be for, I don’t know. As I said, I don’t know that this is the true end.

I do know the past 4.5 years have had their ups and downs, but the past two years are what is likely bringing this decision to a head.

After balancing a real-world job with Coupeville Sports for 2.5 years, I left Christopher’s on Whidbey June 1, 2015.

It was going to be a brief break, time to let my fingers and back stop hurting from the day-to-day realities of being a dishwasher and sometimes onion peeler.

And yet here I am, almost two years later, still without a real job. Mainly because I didn’t look for one.

There were several reasons for that.

After I left the dish pit, I was in a relationship with a woman with mental health issues (obviously, since she wanted to spend time with me), which went really good, then really, really badly.

There’s no reason to rehash everything, other than to say this — you haven’t really lived until you’ve sat in open court and watched someone hand the judge an FBI Most Wanted Poster and insist that the person pictured is you.

Spoiler: it was not me on the poster.

This time.

I have battled depression for many years, and watching someone I cared about have a psychotic break didn’t help.

So I buried myself in my writing, and somehow, month by month, managed to scrape together just enough money to stay gainfully unemployed.

Coupeville Sports would not be where it is today if it weren’t for all the people who donated money, bought ads, baked me goodies or wrote positive notes.

From time to time there have been others who appreciated what I did a little less, and that helped, in a strange way, as well.

Either as inspiration to change, or inspiration to roll my eyes.

Whatever negative reaction came was generally because a player or a parent from a rival school thought their teams were being slighted and I was making too much of Coupeville’s accomplishments.

That argument kind of comes to a skidding halt if you realize, A) I never said I was impartial and B) the name of the blog kind of spoils the mystery of whom I’m going to be celebrating.

Go start your own blog and keep it going for 5,000+ articles. Boom, problem solved.

In the end, I would argue I could have been far, far more savage, if that was truly my goal (or if I had done Coupeville Sports anonymously…)

On the other hand, I also acknowledge that some, like Klahowya soccer star Izzy Severns, who counseled me with wisdom far beyond her years, were often right.

You don’t have to be a turd just to be a turd.

Hopefully, in the end, I showed Izzy I could grow … at least a little bit.

Through it all, good times and bad (and it was mainly good) I kept Coupeville Sports going by keeping my personal bills to a bare minimum and stretching every dollar I had.

The reality is a blog obsessively devoted to small-town sports, especially when that small town is smack dab in the middle of a rock in the water, is NEVER going to be profitable.

There are only so many ads to sell, and I painted myself into a corner with that early on, when I sold my ads for the “life of the blog.”

I don’t regret that, because in the first days, people who gave me money were tossing it into the wind, with no assurance I wouldn’t be like the “South Whidbey Sports” blog which died a brutal death after two badly-written articles.

That they got 4.5+ years out of that initial investment is probably still a shock.

As I head into April, I again face the onslaught of reality — my limited funds are about to run out again.

I might get lucky and land another ad or some donations, keeping me away from a real job for another month or two.

Every time I thought the jig was up over the last two years, something has happened. It’s been uncanny.

But, I am tired. And I can’t keep asking people to fund my writing, even if they likely would.

I need time away. Time to silence the roar in my head and think about where I am going in life.

Four weeks from now, I hit another birthday, and, at some point, I guess, I should make some rational decisions.

Has to happen at some point in my life.

Cause, when it comes down to it, I’m not sure my sister wants my retirement years (still pretty far off) to be spent hassling her about letting me live in a tent in her backyard.

So, this is the end for Coupeville Sports. At least my version of it.

If someone else steps up, maybe a talented high school kid, and starts their own blog, I’ll give them the thumbs-up, from a distance.

Doesn’t have to stop.

Just not gonna be me doing it right now.

So, thank you, for the support, financial and otherwise, and for reading.

I’ll see you on the other side.

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