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The woman. The myth. The always-smiling legend. Kacie Kiel.

The woman. The myth. The always-smiling legend. Kacie Kiel.

Hall o' Fame inductees (clockwise from left) Kim Andrews, Jodi (Christensen) Crimmins, Virgil Roehl, Amanda (Streubel) Jones and Casey Larson.

Hall o’ Fame inductees (clockwise from left) Kim Andrews, Jodi (Christensen) Crimmins, Virgil Roehl, Amanda (Streubel) Jones and Casey Larson.

Passion.

A simple word that means so much, seven letters that unite the members of the fifth class to be inducted into the Coupeville Sports Hall o’ Fame.

There have been athletes with more talent, perhaps. Who have bigger trophies, perhaps.

But, if you measure them by the size of their hearts, few can match up to today’s honorees — Jodi (Christensen) Crimmins, Virgil Roehl, Casey Larson, Amanda (Streubel) Jones, Kacie Kiel and Kim Andrews.

First up is the one who is rolling her eyes super-hard at me right now, the one-time power behind the throne, the “retired”-but-never-forgotten Mrs. Andrews.

A sports scheduler extraordinaire, Kim is being honored as a contributor for two reasons.

One, she was the person who kept CHS sports events clicking along with crack precision during her time in the athletic office.

But, maybe more importantly, she is the person most responsible for making me stop and look at the direction I was headed in the early days of Coupeville Sports.

With a few subtle words, she made me reconsider my early love of attacking other schools, such as South Whidbey, and nudged me in the direction of reaching out and being far more inclusive.

Without beating me with a stick — though she probably considered it at times — Kim convinced me I’d get a bigger readership by being a uniter and not a divider.

And you know what? As always, she was right.

Our second honoree, Amanda Streubel, was a standout student, a devoted big sister to The Big Hurt (Wolf football man mountain Nick Streubel) and a stellar cheerleader.

But she goes in to the hall in a way no other CHS athlete may ever repeat — as a swimmer.

We don’t have a pool in Cow Town (well, at least not at the high school), but, for a few years, the Wolves were allowed to swim with Oak Harbor.

During that time, Streubel, though only a sophomore, went to state in the 100 backstroke at the state’s highest level, class 4A.

It was an impressive achievement, not equaled before or after by a Wolf swimmer. For that, and for the grace she showed under fire, Amanda splashes into the Hall.

Up third is Casey Larson, a multi-sport athlete who goes in for football.

He was nominated by current CHS assistant football coach Ryan King, who played under Friday Night lights with Casey.

King’s thoughts on his former teammate:

Casey and I graduated together in 2007 and I played football with him for three years and man, you talk about one of the toughest players to wear a Wolves jersey, it had to be Casey.

He was a big part of our success in our last two years making the playoffs. He was our (Josh) Bayne and (Jake) Tumblin. Granted, probably not as fast, but that boy was tough.

He was an all-around running back (though he played fullback) and he was a great outside linebacker.

He was the definition of iron man football; there were a few games Casey wouldn’t leave the field.

He never quit on us.

He was a captain with me our senior year; he, like me, cared a lot about our team and he was a very inspirational leader and a very vocal leader.

Our next two athletes, Virgil and Jodi, impressed me greatly during my early days as a Sports Editor at the Whidbey News-Times.

Roehl played his heart out in every sport, but his greatest accomplishment came during his hardest season.

With a coaching change setting the table, the Wolf boys’ basketball team lost any potential senior leadership prior to his freshman season.

A painfully young, inexperienced team got thrown on the floor that year, and they endured some horrifying beatings en route to an 0-20 season.

Roehl, though, never backed down.

He battled, he fought, he took the brunt of the abuse from rival teams and never wavered. And, slowly, that team jelled around him and when they won the next year, it made for a beautiful moment.

Coupeville went uphill each year after that 0-20 mark, and Roehl grew as a leader each season. But, for me, his grit and commitment under duress had already marked him as a winner.

Jodi is a mystery wrapped in an enigma.

Off the basketball court, she is, arguably, the single nicest person I have ever met in my life. As wonderful a human as you will ever meet, full of joy and life and sunshine exploding out of every dimple.

On the court, though, she was a beast unleashed. And it was freakin’ beautiful.

Every loose ball was hers. Every rebound belonged to her.

Get in her way and she would rip your head off (even if you were her teammate and best friend), elbows flying like razor-tipped daggers as she cleared a carnage-riddled path.

If every Wolf played like Jodi, the banners on the gym wall would never end.

Of course, the early ’90s were a different time, when refs let players play and swallowed their whistles a lot more. In today’s ultra-sensitive era, she would probably foul out in the first minute of the game.

But dang, it would be a one heck of a first minute!

And then we arrive at our final honoree, our headliner, a young woman whose CHS career ended just a heart-beat ago.

There may be some who will say it is too early to honor Kacie. To them I say, with great sincerity, blow it out your pie hole.

Miss Kiel was a talented volleyball and basketball player, and she never shied away from the big moment.

Her three-point bomb at the buzzer to cap a comeback for the ages against Sequim during her senior hoops season will live in our memory banks for a very long time.

But she goes in on this day because I can honestly say I don’t think I have ever seen a player enjoy themselves more than Kacie did.

She loved, loved, LOVED to have her picture taken with her teammates before games, but, if you look at the shots taken DURING those games, that’s where you’ll see what I mean.

In the toughest moments, under the most pressure, when those around her threatened to crack, every picture of Kiel in action shows the same thing — an epic, radiant, quietly confident grin.

The joy of competing, the joy of being out there with her sisters, the joy of being tough, of being strong, of being proud of all she and her friends accomplished, the joy of seizing every moment, floods those photos.

When her time as a Wolf was done, Kacie cried.

But they weren’t tears of regret, but of joy, shed by an incredibly brilliant young woman who will look back on her time in the red and black with a huge smile.

Almost as big of a smile as the rest of us had watching her play.

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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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These vintage photos capture the in-game intensity of Zenovia "Novi" Barron. (Photos courtesy Willie Smith)

    These vintage photos capture the in-game intensity of Zenovia “Novi” Barron. (Photos courtesy Willie Smith)

The greatest of all time.

That’s a title that gets bandied about a lot, but in the case of Zenovia Barron, the argument is pretty solid.

She was the best basketball player we have ever seen in this town, and it is an honor to induct her into the Coupeville Sports Hall o’ Fame, the lone member of our third induction class.

Novi passed too soon, taken from a world that adored her at the tender age of 24 on Nov. 3, 2003.

It is easy to be angry, to imagine everything she would have accomplished in the last 12 years, on and off the court.

But today, we put anger to the side and remember her for the amazing young woman she was during her time on Earth.

At this point, I’m handing the mic to Willie Smith, who coached Novi during her brilliant run as a Wolf hoops star.

Dynamic, electrifying, amazing, once in a lifetime talent. Those are some of the words I’d use to describe Novi.

She could walk into a room and light it up with her personality and energy; she could break an ankle on the court then go play drums for the boys like it was nobody’s business.

She could start the game by singing the National Anthem, then finish an opponent with an amazing display of basketball skills.

She is, without a doubt, the best basketball player, boy or girl, that I have ever seen come through Coupeville.

I have coached and witnessed some of the best basketball players in Coupeville.

Jen Canfield, Amanda Allmer, Ashley Bagby, Tina Lyness, Brianne King, Ann Pettit, Megan Smith, Makana Stone, Nick Sellgren, Pete Petrov, Rich Morris, Gavin Keohane, JD Wilcox, Hunter Hammer, Mike Bagby, Jason Bagby; you name the best basketball players in the last 23 years at Coupeville and none were better than Novi.

She had everything: she could drive, shoot the three, post up, play defense, rebound, dish the rock; whatever could be done on a court she could do it like it was second nature.

She was the most complete player I ever got to coach and I coached some good ones.

She had an innate ability to take over a game in every aspect of a game.

I’m not sure how many times she either won, secured, or tied a game on the free throw line in the fourth quarter, but it was a ton.

She was an All-League selection each of her four years at a time when we played in a VERY STRONG conference: the old Cascade Conference.

She averaged double figures each of her four years and also led the team in ASSISTS; no other player has done that since.

She shot over 45% from inside the arc EVERY year while averaging those double figures.

She formed one of the highest scoring tandems for three years with she and Ann Pettit.

Perhaps her best year was her junior year in the playoffs: we lost one starter and our sixth player right before the playoffs and entered the playoffs with eight girls on the team.

We finished fourth in our league and nobody expected us to do anything but fold and watch the boys go to state.

We faced Lynden Christian (#1 in State), Lakewood (#2 CC, 17 wins to our 9), Mount Baker, and King’s (#3 in State and eventual state champ over LC).

During those games Novi scored 20, 18, 23, and 19; she scored 12 points in the 4th quarter to Mt Baker’s seven to bring us back from a 38-31 deficit while also securing 12 boards.

She scored 18 against Lakewood while also setting up Pettit’s 28 and then helped us to a 12-0 start against King’s in the winner to state game before foul trouble took her out of the game early in the 2nd quarter.

She was offered a full ride scholarship to LC State in Lewiston, ID following a summer league game in which she ran off at halftime to throw up because she was sick.

The coaches were there to watch another girl, saw Novi, and called me that Monday to offer her the scholarship after watching ONE game; she was that electric.

I could go on and on about Novi and her basketball skills but what a lot people don’t know about her is how committed she was to our team and how caring she was.

Midway through her junior year, she really figured out what it meant to be a part of a team and how much more important it was to be a part of a team rather than THE team.

From that point, she matured, grew, and became an amazing team player.

My kids loved her, her little girls basketball teams loved her, and her teammates loved and respected her.

My heart still aches that she and I can’t sit here and go over all of this together, laughing most of the time and maybe being a bit emotional some of the time and I can’t even begin to understand how or why she is not here right now.

But I do know this, there has never been a brighter star, bigger personality, or better player than Novi in my 20+ years in Coupeville and her legacy, her impact on not just basketball but in Coupeville, will forever be around.

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Former CHS cheer coach Sylvia Arnold (left) shares a moment with Sydney Autio (john Fisken photos)

  Former CHS cheer coach Sylvia Arnold (left) shares a moment with Sydney Autio (John Fisken photo)

Cameron Boyd (center) gave his tooth for the greater glory, something Jared Dickson (left) and Brett Arnold can appreciate.

   Cameron Boyd (center) gave his tooth for the greater glory, something Jared Dickson (left) and Brett Arnold can appreciate. (Sylvia Arnold photo)

Shelli Trumbull (left) and her two most frequent camera targets, son Aaron and daughter Alexis.

  Shelli Trumbull (left) and her two most frequent camera targets, son Aaron and daughter Alexis.

Exuberance.

It is what ties together the members of our second class to be inducted into the Coupeville Sports Hall o’ Fame.

Our newest inductees (now enshrined under the Legends tab at the top of this blog) are Sylvia Arnold, Shelli Trumbull and Cameron Boyd.

Boyd is being tabbed for creating a great Moment, Trumbull is our first Contributor to enter the Hall and Arnold is being honored for her work as a Coach.

Up first is Boyd, the very definition of laid-back intensity during his time on the soccer pitch.

Except for a night in late March of 2014, when he sacrificed his face and sparked one of the biggest wins in program history.

Taking a knee to the mouth, Boyd lost most of a tooth, but stayed on the field, as Coupeville’s defense held on for a shocking 2-1 home victory over arch-rival South Whidbey.

The win was a stunner, coming over a team that openly talked about competing for a 1A state title but proved to have a lot less fire in the belly than Coupeville.

Caught up in the celebration, Boyd posed for photos with his giddy teammates before getting his shattered tooth looked at by a doctor, forever sealing his rep as a stone-cold killer.

Winner, winner … no, he couldn’t eat no chicken dinner.

But he can go in the Hall o’ Fame for one shining moment.

Trumbull, who used her camera to capture many shining moments, is reason enough to create a new category for the Hall just two weeks into the process.

Devoting countless hours of her time to taking pics at CHS sporting events, starting with those played by children Alexis and Aaron, and then spinning off to just about anything she could fit into her already-overflowing schedule, Shelli is an unsung legend.

Without her photos, Coupeville Sports might never have taken off.

Words are fine, but glossy pics bring the eyes in, and Shelli’s willingness to shoot, shoot and shoot some more, while allowing me, and everyone else, to poach away, is extraordinary.

A CHS grad who married another CHS grad and produced two more CHS grads, she is Coupeville at its best. Pure and simple.

And that description also fits our third and final honoree this week.

Sylvia Arnold coached Wolf cheerleaders for 20 years, and that commitment alone is impressive.

But there is more, so much more, to what this woman brought to her school, her town, her young women (and men).

She threw out the conventional cheer coach book and welcomed everyone to her team. Show up, put in the time and effort and buy into being part of a team, and you were hers for life.

And once you were one of hers, she would go to the mat for you with a passion that can not be faked.

A perpetual hug-and-laugh machine, Sylvia made every one of her cheerleaders, and every other person who wandered into her path, realize they were loved, they were appreciated, they were needed.

It can not be overstated how much joy and compassion the woman has brought to everyone in her life.

There are people born to be cheerleaders, and Sylvia embraced them.

And then there are countless others who would never have been given a shot at another school, and Sylvia embraced them with all her heart and soul.

If we count the number of young women (and men) who genuinely shocked those around them by becoming Wolf cheerleaders during her two decades, we’d be here for ever.

Sylvia transformed cheer and built an empire around “Ohana means family; family means no one gets left behind,” and the benefits of what she did will radiate through this community, and many others, for decades to come.

If that’s not worthy of induction into the Hall o’ Fame, then I don’t know what is.

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