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Dr. Jim Shank, ever dapper. (Photos by JohnsPhotos.net)

The giant mural at the center of the Wall of Fame in the Coupeville High School gym is almost universally hailed as “the sad coyote.”

But while a lot of us would argue the painting by a hard-to-track-down artist doesn’t really look like the Wolf it’s supposed to represent, it endures.

And I enjoy gazing at it across the gym during volleyball and basketball contests, as it reminds me of the portrait’s #1 fan.

That would be Dr. Jim Shank, Coupeville’s superintendent during a successful five-year run between 2013-2018.

The adult in the room, the man who rocked a suit and tie like he was Cow Town’s dapper answer to Cary Grant, he was a straight shooter, a man of his word, a firm handshake in a world of too many limp palm clasps.

Well, I’m sure he still is all that and more, though these days he’s living the dream in Ocean Shores, where he’s running the North Beach School District.

That comes after serving several more years in his old-school Idaho stomping grounds after departing Coupeville.

While Dr. Shank and his family no longer live on Whidbey, their legacy endures.

During their time in Coupeville, he and wife Sallie had three of their children attend our schools — Matt, Brian, and Ashlie — and they all excelled as students and athletes.

Like mom and dad, the youngest Shank children were exemplary, and greatly brightened up the joint.

Dr. Shank and daughter Ashlie hang out at a game.

Dr. Shank, who was front and center at seemingly every Wolf sports contest and event — and never once fell asleep in the stands no matter how many things he was juggling — led the way for CHS and CMS as the district made numerous improvements.

Just from a sports standpoint, his tenure produced a laundry list of great additions.

A new track oval and facilities, new bleachers in the gym, a new stadium at Mickey Clark Field, and the aforementioned Wall of Fame.

He was indispensable in the creation of that installation, allowing me to basically do what I wanted, as long as I agreed to keep the “sad coyote” at the heart of things.

Dr. Shank was also the power on the throne when we did the 101st anniversary of Coupeville High School boys’ basketball and was a big proponent of the idea.

“You give David whatever he wants!”

During his time here, I found him to be one of the best superintendents I have witnessed in my 30+ years of writing about Wolf athletics and school room activity.

He always seemed willing to take the time to talk to anyone with concerns or questions, and regardless of his personal thoughts on a matter, truly listened to whatever we had to say.

Even if it was just me nattering on about often silly sports stuff.

You can call me a Shankaholic, and I hope people remember how much he did for our town, and the people who live here.

The man worked his rear off, knew when to glad-hand and when to stand firm, and offered an example of what we all want in the person at the top.

So today we swing open the doors on the Coupeville Sports Hall o’ Fame and welcome the dapper doctor to our digital shrine, where he joins several of his children.

After this, you can find Jim Shank up at the top of the blog, camped out in the “contributors” section under the Legends tab.

And when you’re in the gym Friday night as CHS basketball celebrates another Senior Night, take a moment to gaze up at the “sad coyote,” and see it in a different light.

Like Dr. Shank, who insisted we keep it as part of our heritage, it’s one-of-a-kind.

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Kirsten Pelroy, a talented athlete and better human being.

Kirsten Pelroy is a special human being.

Utterly unique, her soaring spirit eclipsing even her often-amazing athletic talent, the 2016 Coupeville High School grad forever lives large in the memory of Wolf fans.

Kirsten’s name still graces the CHS track record board in the entrance to the school’s gym.

She was just a fab frosh in 2013 when she ran a leg on a 4 x 400 relay team which set a mark which has now stood for more than a decade.

One of the silkiest, deadliest runners to ever step to the line while reppin’ the red and black, Kirsten was a multi-event threat.

She ran on all three relay teams during her high school days, and actually also still holds part of a Coupeville Middle School record for the 4 x 200.

When not perfecting her baton handoff, then coming up big in crunch time moments during the postseason, Kirsten ran in the 100, 200, and 400, while also competing in both the 100 and 300 hurdles events.

Racking up 10 wins, multiple PR’s, and a lot of dropped jaws from rivals, she was a key part of a generation of superb female athletes who held their own against athletes from much-bigger schools as Coupeville proved it didn’t matter how many students a school had, as long as the ones they did possess were kick-ass warriors.

That carried over to the soccer field, where Kirsten used her quicksilver speed to zoom away, or sometimes right over, any fool who tried to make a play for the ball while it was on her toe.

Staring down the best booters the world could send her way, she was a rock-em, sock-em superstar who often sacrificed her own stats for the good of the team.

Kirsten played for the girls on her squad, and her happiest moment as a CHS soccer player seemingly came on Senior Night, when she asked for a group hug and got promptly mobbed by her pitch sisters.

“Can’t catch me, can’t stop me!!” (Photo by JohnsPhotos.net)

Toss in a run as a Wolf cheerleader, and Mitch’s lil’ sis was the real deal as a well-balanced athletic success.

But like all of the truly memorable ones, Kirsten’s impact went far beyond sports.

She was, and is, a bright, shining light piercing a world of greys.

Back in her high school days I described Kirsten thusly:

“A whip-smart, truck-drivin’, multi-hair-colored-rockin’ whirlwind of fun ‘n sun, she has style for days and her epic smile reaches the field a good two feet before she does.”

A radiant star, hanging out with two of her biggest fans. (Photo by JohnsPhotos.net)

Nothing has changed since her exit into the adult world, as she remains one of the most-vibrant human beings you will ever meet.

Which is part of why today, after too long a wait, we warmly welcome Kirsten into the Coupeville Sports Hall o’ Fame as our newest inductee.

After this you’ll find her hanging out under the Legends tab at the top of the blog, joining big bro.

Entrance to our digital shrine may make it “official” that Kirsten is one of the true big-timers of Wolf Nation, but you don’t need me to tell you how special she is.

If you’ve ever met her, spoken to her, or watched her gracefully navigate the world, you already know.

Look up “transcendent” in the dictionary, and there Kirsten Pelroy will be, rockin’ the joint as always.

Dr. Jim Shank gets to shake the hand of a legend. (Photo by JohnsPhotos.net)

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Scott Hilborn, ready to inflict some damage. (Photo by JohnsPhotos.net)

Give him the ball and let him go to work.

Scott Hilborn, like his brother Matt before him, was remarkably self-contained, or at least seemed that way to those watching his exploits from the cheap seats.

Steve and Wendi’s youngest son wasn’t one for hollering or screaming, for drawing unnecessary attention to himself.

Eyeballs may have followed Scott’s every athletic achievement, but it was earned.

At the heart of it, he seemed cut from a different generation — the one which used to go work on prairie farms before and after games.

Old school in a new school world, Scott wasn’t overly fancy, and I mean that in the best way possible.

He clocked in, and then clocked you out.

Whether separating a runner from his mouth guard with a lethal, yet legal hit, or slicing through the defense on one of his own torrid runs, Scott played football like every play mattered.

No awkward post-sack dances or elaborately choreographed end zone celebrations.

Do your job, get up and be ready for the next rumble, every movement designed for maximum impact.

On offense, he was a weapon of mass destruction, able to chew up yardage (and score frequent touchdowns) off of pass receptions, runs, and kick returns.

Outrunning the setting sun. (Bailey Thule photo)

Scott never seemed all that fast until the moment when he turned the corner and was suddenly gone, streaking across the grass as the setting sun attempted (and failed) to catch up to his lethal movements.

In that, he was a whole lot like Jake Tumblin or Josh Bayne, two of the best to ever lace up their shoes and pull on a Wolf helmet.

Joining up with fellow seniors Dominic Coffman and Tim Ursu, Scott formed a triple threat which annihilated rival defenses in 2022 as Wolf football reached heights not seen in three decades.

A league title. A ticket to the state tourney, with a home game (in Oak Harbor) to boot.

That success was built on the effort of players like Scott — in the weight room, on the practice field, and in play after play under Friday Nights Lights.

He was a leader in a way the men who wore the same uniform in the ’50s and ’60s would have appreciated.

Parts of the game have certainly changed — rule tweaks, equipment improvements, and the like — but one thing remains consistent.

The young man who hits the hardest, then gets back up and ignores the pain, the sweat, and the bright lights to do it again, and again, and again, is the one we remember.

And few swung the hammer like Scott did.

It was a trait which carried over to the baseball diamond, where he finished his CHS run playing for his father.

The man, the myth, the ready-for-a-museum-wall legend. (Wendi Hilborn photo)

An ace pitcher, a slick-fielding (and power-hitting) shortstop, sometimes even a rock-solid catcher, Scott could play any position on the field and dominate.

Plug him into any hole, slap him on any rung in the batting order, and he was the most-dangerous dude on the diamond.

Most days he hit leadoff, reaching base at an often-uncanny rate via hits, walks, and wearing pitches while acting like the rival hurler was throwing mush balls.

We heard the crack of ball hitting muscle in those moments, but Scott didn’t flinch in public, merely ambling down to first, before promptly stealing second and third before his dad had time to inquire as to how his incoming bruise might be feeling.

Teams tried to pitch around him at times, but he always seemed to find a way to counteract their best efforts.

And groove a pitch to him, or at least offer up a ball remotely close to his strike zone?

Start running, because the horsehide was about to be deposited into the deepest, darkest corners of the field.

Scott might not have been the hardest thrower to ever prowl the mound at CHS, but he was consistent in a way which recalled greats who came before him — young men like CJ Smith, who also led his squad to a league title.

If you’re noticing a trend here, when comparing what the younger Hilborn brought to the game, gridiron or diamond, the names popping up are all guys who left behind a sizable impact on Coupeville sports history.

He can stand with those greats, and yet carved his own remarkable story — a testament to why Scott, like those others, will hear his name invoked for years to come when old men ramble on about how they don’t make ’em like they used to.

Tearing up the diamond alongside Jonathan Valenzuela. (Morgan White photo)

As he closed his prep career in the spring of 2023, he gave mom Wendi (his most faithful, fervent fan) one more chance to beam from the stands.

Facing down Toledo, a huge favorite, he tossed a complete game shutout in a 3-0 Wolf win, guiding Coupeville to its first victory at the state baseball tourney since 1987.

While accounting for two of those three runs, coming around to score after getting aboard on an error and a walk.

Scott followed that up by smashing an RBI single off of future Major League Baseball draftee Zach Swanson of Toutle Lake in a season-ending loss in the quarterfinals.

He reached base four times during Coupeville’s day at the state tourney — the best showing of any Wolf hitter.

Which was hardly a surprise, as Scott led his team in 16 of 21 stat categories during his senior campaign.

Before he graduated, he racked up league MVP honors in both of his sports, earned an invite to the All-State baseball feeder game, and shared Coupeville’s Male Athlete of the Year award with Tim Ursu, the other hardest-working man in Cow Town.

Today, Scott joins an impressive list of Wolf overachievers in cementing their status as one of the best to ever do it on the prairie.

The doors to the Coupeville Sports Hall o’ Fame swing open, and Matt’s lil’ bro, a star in his own right, earns his rightful induction into the club.

After this, you’ll find the Hilborn brothers two places.

In real life, they’re probably out working (and outworking) everyone in sight, while in our digital fever dream, they’ll be camped out at the top of the blog, up under the Legends tab.

In either place, one thing is certain — they’ll be making mom super proud.

Time to go to work. (Photo by JohnsPhotos.net)

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Tim Ursu is here to rain down the pain. (Photo by JohnsPhotos.net)

Timmy hit like a tsunami.

One of the hardest-working athletes to walk the hallways at Coupeville High School, Tim Ursu was a soft-spoken dude, polite to those around him, and a living testament to what you can accomplish if you put in tons of work.

In the weight room, on the gridiron, around the track oval, the 2023 CHS grad was the true heir to Sean Toomey-Stout, a Cow Town legend who went on to play at the University of Washington after earning his spot sweat drop by sweat drop.

While Ursu may not be suiting up for the Huskies, he got his playing time in a Wolf uniform the same way “The Torpedo” did.

By outworking everyone in sight.

By never, ever backing down, regardless of the size of the guy on the other side of the line.

And then by hitting anyone foolish enough to enter his realm like he was taking an axe and chopping down a Redwood by hand.

Never dirty, always willing to leave an imprint on his rival’s very soul.

Those who got tackled by Ursu, or got run over by him, got up from the turf a little slower, moved a little more gingerly, and, almost always, tried to get the heck out the way the next time he came thundering at them.

“Try and run from me! See how well that works!!” (Photo courtesy Ashleigh Casey)

Like Sean Toomey-Stout (and older brother Cameron before him), Tim Ursu wasn’t the biggest dude on the field.

But like Maya’s brothers, he crafted his body into a piece of ripped art, one in which every muscle was there not just for show, but to get the job done.

Ursu, whose playing time steadily increased from season to season, was at his best as a senior.

A potent force of nature on both sides of the ball, he did it all, helping lead Coupeville to its first league title and trip to the state playoffs in three-decades plus.

Once there, Ursu was one of the true bright spots in Coupeville’s clash with powerhouse Onalaska.

Making the magic happen. (Photo by JohnsPhotos.net)

Late in the game, with starting quarterback Logan Downes on the sideline with an injury, he briefly took over the gunslinger role and showed he would have been pretty dang amazing at that position as well.

Backup QB Chase Anderson flipped the ball to Ursu deep in their own territory, then watched in awe as his older teammate pegged a perfect ball to a breaking Hunter Bronec.

Dropping the ball over the outstretched arms of the defense, a half-second before an Onalaska tackler caught up with him, Ursu brought both the razzle and the dazzle.

The play went for 54 yards, and while Coupeville couldn’t quite pull out the playoff victory, it sent an electric jolt through the stadium.

Ursu led the Wolves in receiving, was a solid third option on running plays, was the team’s primary kick returner, and was lights out on defense.

Playing in the backfield, he covered the entire gridiron, picking off passes, while also finishing the season as Coupeville’s #2 tackler.

You weren’t going to throw the ball past Ursu, and you weren’t going to run it past him either.

He was an equal opportunity destroyer intent on preventing you from getting anywhere near the end zone.

“End zone, here I come!” (Helen Strelow photo)

Altogether, with the catches, the runs, the picks, and the returns, Ursu tallied 12 touchdowns as a senior, putting a strong exclamation point on his career at CHS.

Well, his football career.

While Ursu never unleashed his mad dog style on the high school basketball court, he did make quite a splash in the world of track and field.

During his two seasons at the oval, he competed in eight different events, competing as a sprinter, a relay ace, a jumper, and a thrower.

Racking up strong performances in all of his events, Ursu went out in a blaze of glory in the 4 x 100.

He teamed with fellow seniors Dominic Coffman, Tate Wyman, and Aidan Wilson to finish first in the prelims and second in the finals while competing in stormy Eastern Washington conditions at the state meet.

The Wolf four-pack actually dropped its time from the first race to the second, coming within an eyelash (or two) of being the second Coupeville relay team to ever win a state title.

They look fast even standing still. (Elizabeth Bitting photo)

Now, in an act which makes perfect sense, Ursu will get the equivalent of a first-place medal.

He’ll be joining Coffman and Wilson in the Coupeville Sports Hall o’ Fame, part of our digital shrine to the best athletes to wear a Wolf uniform.

After this you’ll find him hanging out at the top of the blog, under the Legends tab.

The choice is easy, and it’s well deserved.

Ursu is being honored for his work on the gridiron, for his work on the track oval, and for his work in the weight room.

And, maybe most importantly, for the way he channeled his drive and desire and made himself a star, while never losing his humility and open heart.

Tim Ursu was a sports sensation, yes, but he has always seemed to me to be a better human being.

It served him well during his days at CHS, and it will serve him well in real life.

#2 in the program, #1 in their hearts. (Photo by JohnsPhotos.net)

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Coupeville coach Randy Bottorff returns to the University of Miami of Ohio.

It’s been a month of milestones for Randy Bottorff.

The longtime coach is set to return to the floor as an assistant to Brad Sherman when Coupeville High School boys’ basketball kicks off a new season Monday afternoon.

But, before returning to his role as a hoops mentor, Bottorff celebrated his own athletic roots.

Foremost among that was taking part in a Hall of Fame induction at the University of Miami of Ohio, which recently honored its undefeated 1973 squad.

Those Redhawks went 11-0, including a win over Florida in the Tangerine Bowl.

Miami had the nation’s top-rated defense that season, outscoring opponents 223-76 as the ’73 team put together the last undefeated season for a storied program which has produced numerous NFL players and coaches.

As he looked back at his younger days on the gridiron, Bottorff sent us the following first-person account of his trip back down memory lane.

 

David,

Please accept my very deep apologies for not getting back to you in over a month. 

My time in Oxford was the beginning of a nearly month-long trip back to the Midwest and the East Coast and included not only the Miami Hall of Fame induction but also my fiftieth high school reunion from Western Hills High School in Cincinnati.

When we returned the furnace was broke as well as a water pipe, so it took some time to recover once we got home.

In the spring of 1973, I contacted the coaching staff at Miami and inquired about walking on.

After talking to my high school coach, they kept in contact with me that summer and offered me a position as a preferred walk-on.

Walking on at Miami is much different than at most schools because a lot of guys start football careers there.

Case in point – there were already two walk-ons starting on the defense in Ron Zook (who later was the head coach at Illinois and at Florida and is currently at Rutgers or Maryland I believe as an assistant) and Brad Cousino, who was an All-American nose guard and later played in the NFL.

There are several books out there that cover Brad’s life because he was such a success story.

John Harbaugh of the Baltimore Ravens walked on about five years after I did and is in the Cradle of Coaches there, along with Sean McVay of the Los Angeles Rams.

Sean was inducted into the Cradle back in May of this year.

I played with Sean’s Uncle John in 1973 and 1974.

In the fall of 1973, there were a handful of us walk-ons that began practicing with the team once school had begun, but the team had started practicing earlier that fall.

At first, we walk-ons and some of the scholarship freshmen did not participate in practice much beyond individual drills.

About a week into fall practice Coach Crum (our defensive coordinator and later coach at North Carolina) grabbed me and told me to go in for the guy who was practicing as the scout team fullback — who had just screwed up a play.

I was as nervous as I could be, but I was tired of standing on the sidelines, so I did everything I could to keep the job.

I remember being scared to death one day when Bill Mallory, the head coach, came over to specifically watch me practice at fullback.

Apparently, I had made an impression on somebody on the coaching staff and didn’t know it.

It was like God walked over to watch me.

I was the only walk-on from that class that was practicing fully and eating at the athletic dining hall, and I wanted to keep it that way.

For reference, Rob Carpenter was the scout team tailback in the backfield with me. He played in the NFL for about 10 years.

We practiced hard. Very hard.

The previous summer I had begun to work out with Don Hasselback (who went to Colorado and later played in the NFL; you may remember his son, Matt) after playing against him in high school.

We worked so hard that we had to sit at the gym until we could lift our arms up enough to drive home.

But at Miami, we worked even harder.

Nobody, and I really mean nobody in the nation, was going to out-work us in practice and games. 

We were going to win every game because we outworked and out-prepared anybody we played.

If you screwed up in practice, the juniors and seniors came after you – not the coaches.

I made one mistake in practice as the scout team fullback that year and Brad Cousino grabbed me by the face mask and chewed me out in front of everyone else.

That was the last mistake I made.

Our defense was the number one defense in Division I football that year, so four days a week I was practicing against the nations’ top defense.

By the end of the week, at the end of the season, I could barely walk back to my dorm room.

I still remember how hard we worked collectively and individually.

I quickly understood that if I was going to be a success at anything during my life, I was going to have to work that hard to achieve it.

Bottorff and fellow inductee Ken Hauck.

Even though I only played for one year before my knees told me it was time to quit, those guys remained the best friends I had in college.

I have remained in contact with Ken Hauck over the years in particular.

Ken was a defensive tackle on that team, a high school vice principal and the best man at my wedding.

Around here, everyone remembers Don James as the “Dawg Father” at Washington.

But before he came to Washington, he was the head coach at Kent State, and in 1973 Nick Saban was a graduate assistant with their team.

Jack Lambert, the former Hall of Fame linebacker for the Steelers, was their All-League middle linebacker as well – we called him the “Stork” cuz he looked like an ungainly bird.

At the beginning of practice on the Thursday before we played Kent State, our head coach, Bill Mallory, gathered us all around him and pulled out a tape recorder.

He then played a recording of a female voice saying, “You’ve reached the Kent State University Athletic Department, home of the next Mid-American Conference Football Champions.”

We beat Kent State 20-10 that Saturday.

These are just some of the remembrances that I have of that team.

Needless to say, it was quite an honor to be inducted into the Hall of Fame.

Coach B

Showing the wives where it all began.

 

The 1973 season:

Miami 32  Dayton 0
Miami 24  Purdue 19
Miami 13  South Carolina 11
Miami 31  Marshall 6
Miami 10  Ohio 6
Miami 31  Bowling Green 8
Miami 16  Toledo 0
Miami 24  Western Michigan 9
Miami 20  Kent State 10
Miami 6   Cincinnati 0
Miami 16  Florida 7

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