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Julia Myers

Julia Myers

July 23, 1997 everything changed.

A legend entered the world that day, one which couldn’t be fully appreciated at the moment.

It was only as Julia Myers, AKA Judy, or “Elbows” as I like to think of her, grew up, that the world began to fully realize what a hunk of pure, unfiltered awesomeness had popped out that day.

In my 25 years of covering sports on Whidbey Island, there have been a fair amount of dynamic athletes and a few transcendent ones.

Julia is one of the transcendent ones.

I’m not saying she’s the single most talented athlete I’ve ever seen, but she is resilient beyond belief, as tough as they come (while fiercely loyal and caring to her teammates) and has a spark, a light, that is hard to match.

It is not fair that her momma can’t be here to see the woman Julia has become, both as an athlete and a human being, but her heart would burst with pride.

Miss Myers, as much as any high school athlete I have covered on the beat, exudes a warmth and calmness of spirit that is unmatched.

If she reminds me of anyone, it is of former Wolf basketball star Jodi (Christensen) Crimmins, because both were supremely gentle, deeply caring friends to all off the court, and utter beasts on the hardwood.

Her left leg encased in a brace and all sorts of support gear — victim to horrifying soccer injuries that might have forever derailed a lesser athlete — Julia, like Jodi, played basketball with a beautiful, king-sized chip on her shoulder.

Myers eyes, so full of life and joy off the court, would flip over like a shark’s as she stepped on the court and go cold, black and deadly.

And it was freakin’ awesome to behold.

So often, young girls are told to be nice, to act like a lady, and on and on, and it sometimes stunts their growth as an athlete.

I hope every little girl in Coupeville had the chance to see Julia play, and is allowed to embrace her philosophy.

You can be supremely nice, considerate of others, a blessing to your family, friends and community. But you can also be proud of yourself, have confidence, play with passion and a rock-solid belief you deserve to win.

Julia, like Jodi, was not a dirty player. Ever.

But she never, ever, backed down. She attacked. She committed.

When she came off the floor, dropping subtle side-eye daggers at the ref who fouled her out, there was not an ounce of sweat or spirit left, because Julia never held back.

She was a player every young athlete, girl or boy, should emulate.

As she celebrates her birthday and prepares for the transition to college, all I really want to say to Julia is two words.

Thank you.

It has been a genuine pleasure to write about you, Miss Myers, and, since you’re wise beyond your youth, I hope you realize now, and not just down the road, what high regard we all have for you.

You’re a winner, Judy. Every day, in every way.

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Wolf coach Brett Smedley passes on knowledge to sophomore Cameron Toomey Stout.

   Wolf coach Brett Smedley imparts knowledge to sophomore Cameron Toomey-Stout. (Kelly Crownover photos)

team

It’s their moment, but in a moment…

Jake

Jake Hoagland (8) has his fast shorts on.

cheer

CHS cheerleaders fine-tune their moves.

Cameron

“Where do you think you’re going?” You can run, but you can’t hide from Toomey-Stout.

Zane

Zane Bundy cranks out kicks on a dry prairie.

T-minus-four weeks.

Wednesday evening, the Coupeville High School football team officially moved one month away from the first day of practice (Aug. 19) and marked the occasion by putting on helmets and pads.

The Wolves faced off with La Conner in a 7-on-7 scrimmage at the CHS practice field, and, while score wasn’t kept, we did snag some photos, courtesy Kelly Crownover.

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Play your cards right and you could be on this float this year. (Lorene Norris photo)

   Play your cards right and you could be on this float this year. (Lorene Norris photo)

The inner circle is opening up.

So, now’s your time. Don’t miss it.

With several parents preparing to leave with their children no longer being in high school, the Coupeville Booster Club is seeking new blood in its ranks.

The organization, which does a lot of the behind the scenes work that helps keep Wolf sports up and running (and, sometimes, has cookies, I’ve been told…) will hold its next meeting Aug. 24.

They’ll be meeting in the health room (step inside the main door at the CHS gym and it’s the first door on your left) at 6 PM that night.

Mark your calendar. Get your school spirit marinating. Prepare to step into a world of red and black from which you’ll never come back.

Oh, and if anyone is thinking about baking cookies that night, I am available for pre-meeting cookie-tasting sessions.

Just saying.

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Be like Wynter Thorne and focus on the best of Coupeville sports. (John Fisken photo)

   Be like Wynter Thorne and focus on the best of Coupeville sports. (John Fisken photo)

There has never been a better time to harass me.

Seriously.

I want your emails. Your chiding, cajoling and impassioned smacks (metaphorically at least) on the back of my head.

Each Sunday for the past four weeks I have inducted a class into the Coupeville Sports Hall o’ Fame (take a gander at the Legends tab at the top of the blog to see who’s in so far), and only one vote counts when I make my weekly decision.

That would be mine. It’s a dictatorship.

But, and it’s a big but, I do want and need your input.

I’ve covered sports on Whidbey Island for 25 years and have a fairly decent handle on Coupeville-related sporting activities.

Doesn’t mean I know everything (or even anything), though.

I need you, my readers, to put some thought into who and what you would like to see immortalized in these hallowed digital walls.

There are six categories — Female Athlete, Male Athlete, Coach, Contributor, Team and Moment.

There has to be some connection to Coupeville — I’m not covering Renton here — but, other than that small rule, I am fully willing to listen to wherever your brain goes.

You can nominate anyone and anything. Go back to the 1920s or just yesterday.

Be shameless if you want. Nominate yourself.

If you’re proud of what you’ve accomplished and make a compelling argument, I’ll consider it. And I won’t even tell anyone you nominated yourself.

The Hall o’ Fame, like all of Coupeville Sports, lives and dies as a community thing.

I’m the guy who is pulling it all together, but I can’t do what I do without a lot of help.

I have a general idea of where I’m going with the Hall o’ Fame, a list of potential honorees, but I am super-flexible and waiting to be guided by the wisdom of Wolf Nation.

So, let’s see some action, folks.

Email me at davidsvien@hotmail.com. Message me on Facebook.

Corner me at the grocery store or, once a new school year starts, at one of the many high school or middle school games.

The ball is in your court. Talk to me.

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Hall o' Fame inductees (clockwise from top left) Makana Stone, Ray Cook, Natasha Bamberger and Bob Fasolo.

  Hall o’ Fame inductees (clockwise from top left) Makana Stone, Ray Cook (wearing glasses), Natasha Bamberger and Bob Fasolo.

The Mack Daddy himself, Bob Fasolo, workin' the waves. (Photo courtesy Eddie Fasolo)

The Mack Daddy himself, Bob Fasolo, workin’ the waves.

Chris Tumblin (left) prepares to join the dog-pile after winning a state title.

   Central Whidbey Little League coach Chris Tumblin (left) prepares to join the dog-pile after winning a state title in 2010.

When we’re down the road and we look back, it’s going to be hard to top the class that enters the Coupeville Sports Hall o’ Fame today.

It features the greatest runner in CHS history, the strikeout king, the single most electrifying play I have personally witnessed in 25 years of covering sports, a team that shocked the state and the original Mack Daddy.

The bar has been set, and our fourth class is one for the ages.

Without further ado, we welcome Natasha Bamberger, Ray Cook, Bob Fasolo, Makana Stone and the 2010 Central Whidbey Little League Majors baseball team.

Their new home?

Look to the top of the blog and the tab marked Legends. Cause that’s where they all belong.

Ray Cook was a star when I was in kindergarten, but his accomplishments still astound.

When we talk about great pitchers who wore the red and black for CHS, we can talk about Ben Etzell and Aaron Curtin, about Brad Miller and Brad Haslam, about a lot of guys.

But, up there, by himself, at the very tip top, is Cook, who left behind a string of dejected batters.

He struck out 16 while tossing a perfect game, whiffed 17 in another game, but saved his best for the biggest moment.

Pitching in the 1976 district title game, he went 13 innings(!) to get the win, gunning down an eye-popping 21 batters.

He was Cow Town’s Nolan Ryan, and his name should be invoked every time a modern-day hurler starts settin’ ’em up and sittin’ ’em down.

If Cook ruled the ’70s, Natasha Bamberger owned the ’80s, winning four state titles as a track runner, putting her name on the school record board (where it still sits) and then doing something no Wolf had done.

Running at the A/B state cross country championships Nov. 9, 1985, she faced down 123 other runners and bested them all, breaking the tape in 19 minutes and 51 seconds.

It would take 25 years before another Coupeville runner would match her feat, when Tyler King won the 2010 1A boys XC title.

When CHS installs a new track that is currently in the planning stages, they should name it in honor of the greatest runner the school ever saw. Micky Clark Field should be encircled by the Natasha Bamberger track.

Someone get on this.

Our third inductee is a young woman who, in three years, has proven to be the single most dynamic athlete I have covered.

While Makana Stone’s career is far from over, and her time to be inducted as an athlete will come later, today we honor a play she pulled off during the 2014-2015 CHS girls’ basketball season.

Now who knows, the videotape may tell a slightly different story, and, if it does, don’t bother me with the facts. I’m printing the legend, the way I remember it happening.

Stone, midway through an MVP season in which she led her squad to its first league title in 13 years — a campaign in which the Wolves won every league game by double digits — was on fire. As usual.

Then she ripped out our eyeballs and dunked them into awesome sauce in a way I have never witnessed.

Flying high above the crowd, she hauled in a rebound, then spun and fired the ball nearly the length of the court, hitting teammate Kacie Kiel in mid-stride.

A lone defender, scrambling to get back, veered into Kiel’s path, causing her to stumble as she put up the layup. The ball skittered off the rim and then…

Sweet succotash!!!

Any other player, having made the pass, would have stayed at the far end of the court. The play was done, and you’d already be back on defense.

Stone, however, took off like a bolt of lightning as soon as she fired the ball, and she came flying like a bat out of Hell, running the length of the floor in a few graceful strides.

The ball hung on the rim and then Makana was there, swooping in, snagging the rebound and popping the ball back up and in as every jaw in the gym ricocheted off the floor.

Making half that play — either half — is the sign of a top-notch player.

Pulling off the entire thing, and then immediately backpedaling on defense as Klahowya’s collective soul lay stone-cold-dead on the floor — that’s legendary.

Our fourth inductee is already the coolest cat in the hall.

The late Bob Fasolo could do it all.

Street baller. Surfer dude. McConaughey before McConaughey was McConaughey.

Both of his sons, Rob and Eddie, were gifted basketball players, and they learned their skills from the man who always had a grin under the beard, especially when he just broke both of your ankles.

If you didn’t meet Bob, it might be hard to understand what an impact he had on others, athletically and just in general life. And, if you didn’t meet him, your life is a lot less blessed.

He was the Mack Daddy, the pimp king, the guy who was just cooler than everyone else around him, whether he was shredding waves or just giving me good-natured grief at Videoville.

I miss the dude, but I know he’s out there tonight, one with the waves.

And, to cap things off, we’re going to crowd the stage for our finale.

In 2010, three coaches and 13 players went on a trip no one expected.

Representing little ol’ Coupeville, they stared down big city squad after bigger city squad, and whipped them all.

It wasn’t just that they won a state little league title, but the way they did it, storming from behind in nearly every game and then celebrating like mad.

They weren’t given any respect at the start of the tourney, but they earned it every step of the way, and their run, both for the title and the way they won it, stands as one of the greatest athletic accomplishments this town will ever witness.

And they stayed together, with nine of the 13 playing for CHS in their senior seasons, and eight of those players suiting up all four years.

Playing as a team, as brothers, they exited the field July 24, 2010 as state champs, and they went on to become the core of a Wolf baseball program that is in a very good place five years later.

Let’s give it up, for the champs. Inducted, together, as a family:

Chris Tumblin (Coach)
Brad Trumbull (Assistant Coach)
Ramon Villaflor (Assistant Coach)
Kyle Bodamer
Brendan Coleman
Aaron Curtin
Ben Etzell

Korbin Korzan
Brian Norris
Morgan Payne
Carson Risner
Wade Schaef
Paul Schmakeit
Kurtis Smith

Aaron Trumbull
Jake Tumblin

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