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Hall o' Fame inductees (clockwise from bottom left) Rose Bergdoll, Lori Stolee, Dick Bogardus and Breeanna Messner.

   Hall o’ Fame inductees (clockwise from bottom left) Rose Bergdoll, Lori Stolee, Dick Bogardus and Breeanna Messner.

Jack Sell, back in the day, sharing the award stage with (l to r) Jimmy Keith, Stan Willhight, Alan Hancock, Paul Messner and an unidentified college coach.

   Jack Sell, back in the day, sharing the award stage with (l to r) Jim Keith, Stan Willhight, Alan Hancock, Paul Messner and an unidentified college coach.

Real, lasting impact.

It’s what each of the five members of the 23rd class to be inducted into the Coupeville Sports Hall o’ Fame share in common.

Both at CHS and away, the men and women in today’s class (after this they’ll be found atop the blog under the Legends tab) set standards of excellence.

So it is with open arms and a glad heart we welcome Rose Bergdoll, Lori Stolee, Jack Sell, Breeanna Messner and the late, great Dick Bogardus to these hallowed digital walls.

Up first are the ends on the ’66 Wolf football team, Sell and Bogardus, part of the wrecking crew that opened up space for fellow Hall o’ Famer Paul Messner as he roared to nearly 800 yards in just the first four games of that season.

Bogardus, an easy-going, well-liked guy who starred in multiple sports at CHS, was lost too soon, as a motorcycle accident claimed his life shortly after high school.

But his memory lives large in the town in which he once played, and a visit to the high school gym is all you need to realize that.

The school’s annual Male Athlete of the Year Award is named in honor of Bogardus.

Each time another young man claims that honor, from Corey Cross to Jon Roberts to James Smith to Nick Streubel, they form a link in the chain that carries us back and assures Bogardus will not be forgotten.

The other end on the ’66 squad is my landlord, a guy who has come back to the town that made him, after many years of traveling the world.

Sell readily admits he was undersized as a football player. But that never stopped him.

One of his first coaches looked at a scrawny freshman and intoned, “Sell … you don’t need to do this. You’re too smart to be playing football.”

The future ASB president shrugged it off, though, and learned a variety of blocking moves (some of which might not have been fully legal), playing four years for the Wolves and acquitting himself quite nicely.

Sell, like most everyone in those days, played both ways for Coupeville, and his 25-yard reception off of a fake punt (think a two-yard pass and 23 yards of leg-churning foot work by the receiver) against Granite Falls tipped the scales for the Wolves in their biggest win of the ’66 campaign.

After school, he was off to the U-Dub (he graduated in ’70), then skipped around the world with wife Char, working in far-flung environments on water resources and environmental engineering.

Since 1980, he’s been a partner in Layton & Sell Coastal and Civil Engineering out of Kirkland, and built his eventual retirement home overlooking Penn Cove a few years back.

Of course, that means he has to see my dilapidated car from his deck when in town, but, hey, we all make concessions. Maybe putting him in the Hall will ease that pain a bit.

No? Still want me to set the hunk o’ junk on fire and be done with it? Yep, I figured.

Our third inductee, Miss Rose E. Bergdoll, is a former CHS track star and cheerleader who once upon a time toiled with me at Videoville and Miriam’s Espresso.

Now a New Yawker, she gets in the Hall because she was peppiness personified (always a good skill to have as a cheerleader), but even more so because she is quite simply one of the loveliest human beings to ever walk the Earth.

Rose is sweet, caring, generous, kind, smart as all get out, funky, sassy, sharp and so much more. She is like a walking, talking sunrise come to life, but never cloying or fakey.

She is simply what she is — and what she is, is truly magnificent.

I have met a lot of people, some nice, some not so much, and there are but a handful who transcend space and time to make every moment they are in better.

It don’t get no better than Rose E., end of story.

Our fourth inductee shares a lot of Bergdoll’s traits, while also bringing in big-time athletic accomplishments fueled by the genes passed down by her grandfather.

Breeanna Messner, maybe the calmest fiery athlete I have ever covered, burned for success down to her very core, but that never stopped her from being a wonderful person at the same time.

A four-sport star (volleyball, cheer, basketball, softball), Breezy was a rock for every team she played for, and the next time she backs down in the heat of the moment will be the first time.

I was lucky enough to cover an overwhelming amount of her high school athletic accomplishments, and I could go on for days talking about all she did, and the grace she showed as she did it.

There was a moment in a basketball game, in particular, that stands out.

A rival player shoved two fingers into Messner’s eyeball (perhaps accidentally, perhaps not) and dropped Breeanna to her knees. She was obviously in pain and was having trouble with her vision, but she never left the court.

She also didn’t retaliate with a shove, or a punch or a burst of cuss words.

Instead she calmly stood up, paced around for a few seconds, wildly blinking, then started banging down three-pointers from all angles. Each time another one dropped, she smiled a small smile, turned and headed back up-court.

No over-the-top explosion as the ball hit net, just a cold-blooded warrior (metaphorically) punching her foes in the face, again and again.

It showed a backbone of steel, a refusal to give in to hard times and genuine classiness. It was about a five-minute span that should be shown to every high school athlete.

This? This is how you play.

I know, Breeanna doesn’t need my lil’ Hall. She’s going to accomplish truly staggering things — already has, for that matter — but too late, I already inducted you!

And we reach our final honoree, a woman who I clashed with at first, before coming to better understand her.

Lori Stolee’s run as Athletic Director at CHS was tumultuous at times, and if she is only remembered for the crackdown on the Wolf student cheering section, we do her a great disservice.

We have differing views on what is appropriate for that section, but let’s also acknowledge she had to answer to the school administration, the Cascade Conference and the WIAA (all of whom have become far more restrictive in recent years) and always tried to find a happy medium.

There was never a moment when I didn’t believe she genuinely cared, deeply, for every one of her students. She was unflagging in spirit, even when getting verbally lashed.

She also had to deal with something no previous AD had faced — me, newly free of professional newspaper constraints and running amuck.

In my early days here at Coupeville Sports, I was much more attack-orientated, and I know she fielded phone calls from King’s, ATM, South Whidbey, you name it.

I also know she shielded me, letting them vent their angina and only allowing a few small bits to trickle back to me.

Lori bent over backwards with me — how she didn’t ban me from the CHS campus in the early days is a bit of a mystery — and I’d like to hope I learned something from her, mellowing a bit and performing more of an out-reach program than a face-slappin’ program these days.

Well, most days…

And let’s also give Stolee a huge chunk of credit for what I believe is the defining moment in CHS athletics in recent memory.

She worked tirelessly behind the scenes to get Coupeville, the smallest 1A school in the state, out of the 1A/2A Cascade Conference and into the new 1A Olympic League.

A good idea when we first joined a decade back, the Cascade Conference, with huge 2A schools and private schools that could operate by their own rules, no longer fit, and the jump has been seismic.

Facing off with schools much closer in size, no longer dealing with the ingrained belief that merely seeing certain private school names on rival jerseys automatically equaled a loss, the Wolves have soared in their new home.

Coupeville has already put up three league championship banners, in girls’ basketball, girls’ tennis and boys’ tennis.

That broke a 13-year dry spell and provides current and future Wolves tangible proof of excellence that is not completely covered in dust.

The Wolves have landed MVPs in football (Josh Bayne) and basketball (Makana Stone), become contenders in virtually every sport and have the second-most overall conference wins since the league debuted last year.

It is a time of rebirth, of new hope, and Stolee, who is now working at Marysville-Pilchuck, deserves a round of applause for making it a reality.

She also deserves another round of applause for surviving me and my growing pains.

So, basically, keep the applause coming.

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Messner

Paul Messner, the beast of the gridiron, circa 1965. (Photo from Messner family archives)

Santa and his three daughters (clockwoise from lower left) Christi, Barbi and Aimee.

Santa and daughters (clockwise from lower left) Christi, Barbi and Aimee.

Jump back to opening day from football season for a moment.

Coupeville was on the road, facing off with arch-rival South Whidbey down Langley way, and Jordan Ford, heir to a proud athletic tradition from both sides of his family, made an explosive debut as a Wolf.

Recovering a fumble, he took it to the house for a touchdown that, momentarily, put CHS ahead and turned the tide of the game.

While the play was called back, thanks to a Wolf blocker getting nailed with a penalty flag for an illegal hit, it was a signal that Ford, whose family had moved back to Whidbey for his senior year, would be a bright spot for Coupeville.

And he was, racking up fumble recoveries and sacks on defense, while doubling as one of Wolf quarterback Gabe Eck’s top targets.

In the stands that night, proudly watching his grandson play, was Coupeville’s answer to Santa Claus, the fun-lovin’ force of life known as Paul Messner.

The question is, how many others in the stands knew that the guy with the white beard and the mile-wide grin was once one of the best to ever stride the gridiron for the Wolves?

How many know about his senior year, when, exactly 50 years before his grandson’s heroics, Messner put together one of the most impressive campaigns in school history?

Santa was a Superman, and the 1965 season, which started in glory and ended in pain, is one of the great long-lost legends in Wolf sports history.

Pull up a chair and let me tell you about a different time, a time when legends walked the land.

Or, in Messner’s case, when they slammed head-long into the line, scattering would-be tacklers and tearing off huge chunks of yardage like a man possessed.

How scary was he? Other teams refused to play the Wolves after dark on their home field.

Well, OK, that may have been because the CHS football stadium didn’t have lights at the time … but, we’re sticking with the legend. Sounds better.

The ’65 Wolves were thin in numbers, but coach Terry Paoletti had a 5-foot-11, 180-pound battering ram in Messner and he used him often behind a line that included guys like Dick Bogardus, Fred Salmon, Jim Henry and my future landlord, Jack Sell.

Jim Faris operated under center, while Bill Losey joined Messner at halfback.

The spotlight quickly landed on Messner, a two-year letterman entering the season, who was tabbed as the team’s captain.

He erupted for 185 yards on 15 carries, while also snagging 13 tackles in Coupeville’s opening game, a narrow 22-12 loss at Darrington.

Newspaper accounts at the time talk about the Wolves struggling a bit to adapt to the “high altitude of the mountain town,” but that hardly slowed the two-way beast of Cow Town.

Bringing his game back down to the lowlands, Messner went on a rampage the next week, savaging Chimacum for 208 yards on 19 carries. He also accumulated 17 tackles as Coupeville throttled the Cowboys 21-6.

With Messner rolling, the Wolves ripped off two more wins the next two weeks, rising to #7 in the state polls.

Coupeville beat La Conner 12-0 (Messner rolled up 223 yards) and nipped Granite Falls 13-7 (Messner tallied 154 yards rushing and took a kickoff back 90 yards for a touchdown) and, at 3-1, was atop the Northwest B League standings.

The win over Granite Falls, which featured a Tiger, Dan Maik, being ejected for “non-official roughing” of Wolf Terry Hesselgesser, was probably the most thrilling of the season.

Unfortunately, with Hesselgesser going to the sidelines with an injury, it also signaled the beginning of the end for a CHS team that barely had enough bodies BEFORE injuries wreaked havoc on the roster.

In the moment, however, the win was epic, with Coupeville rallying from behind at home, in the daylight, with a mixture of trickery and grit.

Facing a punt at midfield, the Wolves pulled off a fake, with their kicker, Henry, — who was the Clay Reilly of the time, with a 67-yard punt to his credit — hitting Sell on a 25-yard pass.

Messner took it from there, carrying the ball three straight times, with the final coming on a bull-rush up the gut for the go-ahead score.

Even then, Coupeville needed a miracle at the end to escape.

Granite Falls drove to the Wolf three-yard line with four seconds to go, before Bogardus crashed through the line on the final play, hauling down the ball-carrier to end the game.

As the Wolves celebrated, however, the specter of the injuries to come hung heavy.

According to an on-the-scene report by Whidbey News-Times legend Wallie Funk, CHS student Jim Keith, a sideline volunteer, took a lineman’s pole to the noggin mid-game.

His head bleeding from the wound inflicted by the metal pole, Keith passed out. His mom, having rushed to the field, promptly fainted as well.

Keith’s dad grabbed his son and headed for the doctor’s office. Unfortunately, the doctor had been called and was en route to the stadium, and the two cars passed before anyone realized what was going on.

Everyone came out of the situation fairly dandy (the wound was bloody but superficial), but maybe it should have been a sign.

Halfway through the season, Messner had nearly 800 rushing yards, the Seattle papers were starting to pay attention and then … disaster.

Game five was a match-up against the Oak Harbor JV, and things took a nasty turn early when Messner went down with a kidney injury less than five minutes in.

Bogardus was the next to go, and the injuries mounted in the second half, a time when Oak Harbor, clinging to a 6-0 lead, apparently ran in varsity players to save face.

By the time the Wildcat “JV” had pulled off a 26-6 win, the season was effectively done for the Wolves.

Coupeville cancelled a scheduled game against the Snohomish JV, then, racked by injuries, fell to Chimacum and Darrington, finishing a game behind the Loggers for the league title.

Messner had 770 yards before the injury and gutted out 41 more in the scant time he was able to play afterwards, forever leaving Wolf fans to wonder “what if?”

Still, while the second half pain put a bit of a damper on the season, ’65 remains a landmark year in Wolf football history.

Ten seniors — Messner, Bogardus, Sell, Faris, Salmon, Gary Bass, Mike Thompson, Steve Wilson, Lee Milheim and Tom Kroon — went on a final run, that, even now, 50 years later, looms large.

It was a time of legends, two-way warriors led by a good-natured beast who would grow up to become Santa Claus.

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