Coupeville Sports

   An incredibly small fraction of the moms who make Wolf Nation soar. (John Fisken photos)

There are no sports without moms.

That’s true on many levels, from the fact they gave birth to all the athletes, to the fact that, if it wasn’t for them, day-to-day athletic life would likely collapse into something resembling a stinky pile of forgotten gym clothes crammed in the corner of a locker.

They wash the baseball pants. Even when they’re disgusting.

They make the snacks.

Always remembering who’s lactose intolerant and who really, really, really likes Skittles.

They drive the car pools.

On the ferry, off the ferry, back on the ferry, back off the ferry, in an endless loop.

They cheer through good times and bad.

They are there to congratulate their kids (and all the other mom’s kids who they consider their “other children”) when they win, and comfort them when they don’t.

It’s not the same in every case, and there are certainly a lot of dads out there who do a lot.

But, today, on Mother’s Day, dads get to sit this one out.

Because, as a group, we’re sending all the moms, Wolf moms in particular, into the Coupeville Sports Hall o’ Fame.

Yep, the 46th class inducted into these hallowed digital walls is the mother of all classes.

After this, you’ll find them up at the top of the blog, under the Legends tab.

We’re not going to list all their names, because, one, I don’t want to type for the next 247 hours, and because even the internet has space issues some time.

Suffice it to say, if you are now or have ever been a mom of a kid who has played a sport for CHS or CMS, you’re a Hall o’ Famer.

You let me use your photos. You slip me info on the sly. You answer my questions.

Sometimes you’re happy with me, and say nice things. Sometimes you chide me a bit, and most times you’re right.

You gave us the athletes and now you are the support crew that makes everything hum along.

Without Wolf moms, no coach, no athletic program, and certainly no idiot writing a blog, would be able to function the way we do.

Raise a glass to yourself, Wolf moms, past, present and future.

Too often you are the unsung heroes, but know that today, and every day, we all sing your praises.