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MOnica Vidoni (John Fisken photos)

Monica Vidoni, seen here in an earlier game, scored eight Tuesday as Coupeville romped to a 55-22 win. (John Fisken photos)

Wynter Thorne

Wynter Thorne was a spark plug on both ends of the court.

It wasn’t always pretty, but it didn’t have to be.

Recovering quickly after a stagnant opening four minutes, the Coupeville High School girls’ basketball team kicked it into another gear Tuesday night, crushing visiting Port Townsend 55-22.

The victory, the team’s fifth in its last seven games, lifted the Wolves to 7-4 overall, 2-0 in league play. CHS currently has sole possession of first place in the 1A Olympic League.

Coming off of what coach David King called “its best practice of the season” Monday, Coupeville somewhat surprisingly came out in a bit of a stupor.

Facing a winless Redhawk squad, the Wolves looked out of sync early and fell behind 7-2.

Then, whether it was words of wisdom in the huddle from a somewhat agitated coach or their own natural competitiveness resurfacing, the light clicked on for the Wolves.

In a big way.

Suddenly out-fighting and out-scrambling Port Townsend for nearly every ball, setting up a run of breakaway buckets, Coupeville went on a 40-3 tear that went from midway in the first quarter until the final minute of the third.

It started with a 15-1 surge to end the first, with five different Wolves scoring.

Coupeville then busted the game wide open with a 15-0 run in the second quarter.

Two plays in that streak stand out, one for its take-your-breath-away quality, the other for its sheer display of power.

On the first, Makana Stone soared high to snag a rebound, then spun and fired a baseball pass to Madeline Strasburg.

Catching the ball on her fingertips while in mid-sprint, Maddie Big Time spun her defender around 360 degrees, banked the ball off the backboard and then completed a three-point play when the dazed Redhawk was whistled for a desperate foul.

Two plays later, Wolf post player Monica Vidoni kept the ball alive, outreaching a wall of players to poke a rebound back to teammate Wynter Thorne.

Vidoni then called for the ball, got it back, put her shoulder down and made the best move of her high school career, rolling over two defenders and banking home the shot.

Not slowed a bit by the halftime break, the Wolves scored the first 10 points of the third quarter as well, capping a string of 25 straight CHS points.

Coupeville stretched the lead out as far as 36 points in the fourth quarter and took advantage of the blowout to give sophomore Kailey Kellner her first taste of varsity playing time.

The JV squad’s leading scorer, Kellner promptly went all Larry Bird on Port Townsend, draining a sweet three-point bomb from deep in the right corner, causing her large fan section to go bonkers.

Coupeville spread its scoring out, with Stone pumping in a game-high 19 and Strasburg bobbing and weaving for 14.

Vidoni dropped in eight, while Hailey Hammer (4), Thorne (4), Julia Myers (3) and Kellner (3) rounded out the scoring attack.

Kacie Kiel, Mia Littlejohn and McKenzie Bailey went scoreless, but all three chipped in with hustle and intangibles.

Coupeville now has a two-week break before it plays another league game.

The Wolves host South Whidbey Jan. 12, then travel to Mount Vernon Christian Jan. 17 for non-conference games, before beginning its run at a league title.

The team’s final seven games — starting with a a home game against Chimacum Jan. 21 — are all league games as CHS aims for its first league title since 2002.

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Brad Sherman (a participant in previous Roundball Classics) hangs out with dad Don. (Sherry Roberts photo)

   Brad Sherman (a participant in previous Roundball Classics) hangs out with dad Don. (Sherry Roberts photo)

Tom Roehl

Tom Roehl

Embrace your inner Larry Bird.

With the annual Tom Roehl Roundball Classic less than four weeks away (Saturday, Dec. 27 — 12-6:30 PM), the community basketball tourney/fundraiser has added a few new wrinkles this year.

Foremost is the inclusion of a three-point shooting contest and an exhibition game aimed at players 40+.

The two new additions will be on top of the usual tournament play, which draws Coupeville High School alumni and one-time rivals from other schools intent on recapturing their hardwood glory days.

The classic, run by the children of the late Wolf coach who it’s named for, raises money for scholarships which are dispersed by the Tom Roehl Foundation.

For more info on the various events that will be included this year and register (either as a team or as a free agent), hop over to:

http://www.tjroehl.org/

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The middle finger will join us later...

The middle finger will join us later…

I have one talent, and it is being chipped away.

I write. I write well. I can flat out write most people under the table, out of the room and into traffic, where they will be dodging semi trucks for the next several hours.

If I am confident about anything, it is this — I can beat you in a war of words.

You may get confused halfway through reading what I wrote — how exactly did we end up in traffic in the first place? — but I will carry you someplace special.

Most times. Not every time. Michael Jordan missed a basket or two.

Which is fine, cause Larry Bird never, ever missed a shot when he had to make one. Ever. And I’ve always been more of a Bird man than a Jordan guy.

Call it cockiness. Call it confidence. I have skills.

Of course, I have spent the last 24 years refusing to listen to editors, jousting with those who would tweak my words and basically telling anyone who doubts that it goes from God’s lips to my fingertips to suck eggs.

Which, surprisingly, hasn’t always gone over well.

So, now, instead of making a comfortable living writing pap for The (Canadian) Man, I pound out my prose in a way that makes me happy.

Coupeville Sports has been more, much more, than I anticipated.

It has given me freedom, a chance to continue to fight for independent journalism after The Whidbey Examiner committed ritual suicide and was forever branded as just another punk sell-out.

It has given me a chance to make direct contact with my audience in a way that never existed before.

To build the legend of Cow Town in a way frowned on by the snot-nosed blue bloods who sneer that their papers are superior, while secretly sweating bullets because they’ve lost their readers and they’re not coming back.

But, while I get all hopped up on (probably misguided) moral outrage and fire exclamation points all over the joint (at least two guaranteed in every story!!), the reality is, I still have to do stuff to pay the bills.

And that stuff is killing me, day by day. Or, my fingers, at least.

The fingers that are my one gift are being abused and used, torn apart, ground down, mashed, cut, shredded and beaten to the point where they are a mix of pain, stiffness and soreness filled with an aching buzz.

Being in the dish pit at 18 wasn’t great. Being a few years further down the road now, it’s a lot less enticing to have made a return trip.

I look at my fingers, the things that allow me to tell my stories, and I see a open, puffy slash down one of them, in a place where the water and the steel wool abuses it further with each dish.

I see nicks, bumps and bruises. They stretch across all ten fingers, the cuticles hammered and chipped.

There are mornings when I flex my hands and the middle finger on one hand stays locked down, refusing to pop back up and join its brothers without some real coaxing.

Excedrin is my travelin’ companion in the morning, and the day job is killing me. Physically, and, far more often, mentally and emotionally.

Maybe I should have just shut up and let them mangle my words in the early days, so I wouldn’t be getting my fingers mangled today. Taken the 401K and sold my soul…

Nah.

Better to go into that good night forever flippin’ the middle digits at The Man, even if you sometimes have to smack one of them to get it to stand up at full attention.

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Emily (Vracin) Kosderka and her children, Colby and Sydney.

Emily (Vracin) Kosderka was money.

There have been great basketball players at Coupeville High School over the years, but was there ever another Wolf player who you were more confident would absolutely, positively put that ball in the hoop at crunch time?

If you say yes, you’re lying.

Now married and a mother of two, the 1992 grad — who also played some pretty dang good volleyball and softball during her days in the red and black — was among the best basketball players I have seen play for CHS in the 22 seasons I have been on this Island.

You can make arguments for Ashley Ellsworth-Bagby, Brianne King, Lexie and Brittany Black, Tina Joiner, Linda Currier and a couple of others.

Mike Bagby, Cody Peters, Hunter Hammer and Virgil Roehl are in the argument as well.

But Kosderka was Coupeville’s answer to Larry Bird. If she didn’t have ice water in her veins, she was close.

Modest, too.

“Ha! Oh, I doubt anyone remembers me from back in the day, but on the off chance they do, I hope they remember me as you did,” Kosderka said. “Honestly, I take that as a huge compliment, because that is how I hoped to be perceived — very confident, but a team player.

Magic Johnson once said that during his playing days, he approached the game “with effort and joy” and it made me smile because I could really identify with that,” she added. “In fact, to this day, it’s pretty much my approach to life in general.”

And she agrees with the Bird comparison, to a point.

“It’s funny that you bring up Larry Bird,” Kosderka said. “One of my favorite quotes of all time is from him — ‘In the closing seconds of every game, I want the ball in my hands for that last shot – not in anybody else’s, not in anybody else’s in the world.’ And that doesn’t come from a place of cockiness, but of confidence.”

She retains fond memories of her days as a Wolf, recalling how each of her coaches imparted lessons that have stayed with her and helped shape her as she has gone through life.

Phyllis Textor (basketball), Deb Cummings (volleyball), and Pam Jampsa (softball) were all extremely influential on me and each in their own ways,” Kosderka said. “They had very different coaching styles, but each took the time to teach me a lot about the game, but more importantly about life.

“And now that I really sit down and think about it, other than the flex offense and deny defense, it’s the life stuff that I remember the most,” she added. “After spending the last 20 years in athletics, and realizing how much the game has to teach about life, it’s easy to say that they did it right.”

Having been taught well by her coaches and teachers (“Mr. Engel, Dr. Whittaker, Mr. Bagby, and Ms. Erbaland were some of the most amazing people and I am grateful to them almost on a daily basis, even after all these years. There is no better feeling than to know that someone truly, truly believes in you, and the education they provided extended much further than the classroom.”) Kosderka made a successful leap to college.

She played basketball for two years at Willamette University and then moved into sports medicine, getting a Masters in Kinesiology from Indiana University.

After three years as an assistant athletic trainer with Lewis & Clark College, she made the jump to Concordia University, where she has been the head athletic trainer and taught since 2001.

Married for 10 years to Matt Kosderka, and the mother of a six-year old (Sydney) and four-year old (Colby), she is content with where life has led her. And she firmly believes her days on the diamond and the court helped make her strong enough to weather the storm of changes over the years.

“I could write a novel on the lessons learned through sport,” Kosderka said. “Sport molded me and shaped me into who I am today.

“I learned to compete, to compromise, to revel in the success of others, to work within a team, to respect the officials, to take direction, to be a leader, to always be open to learn, to win gracefully and to lose graciously (most of the time), to endure pain, to manage heartache, to strive for success and to struggle to obtain it, to recognize the unequivocal joy of reaching a goal that you had to work really hard to obtain, and the fact that the best part of it all are the people you are in it with,” she added. “That is what sport gives us. These are the lessons it can teach.”

There is still one lesson to learn, however, and that is how she will deal with being the mom of an athlete (or not).

“Do I want my kids to follow in my athletic footsteps? That is a big question with a complex answer,” Kosderka said. “It sounds cliche, I know, but my greatest hope is that my kids find their passion, whatever that may be.

Matt and I talk about that all the time,” she added. “We wonder what it is that they will connect with and love and are excited to watch them discover that. Will it be sport? Or will it be music? The arts? Dance? Karate? Auto shop?”

While she still believes sports have a lot to teach, she is a bit leery of a hyper-competitive world of travel squads and year-round dedication to one sport, as opposed to “the good old days” when you rotated sports and played with your friends all year.

“I remember the days of little league in Coupeville when we played on crappy fields on Saturdays,” Kosderka said. “We wore polyester uniforms that were five years old, our parents sat on folding chairs, our coaches were dads who just wanted to help kids learn the game, and our competition was the kid down the street. It all seemed so simple, and unfortunately it just isn’t that simple anymore.

“So, we will see. If Colby’s heart beats for baseball and Sydney is determined to shoot 100 free throws every night, then it will be on their own volition,” she added. “In many ways, I hope they do. I hope they get to learn the lessons sport has to teach. I hope they learn to be good leaders, to rely on their teammates, to respect their coaches, to strive and to struggle, and to know the great exuberance of a big win.”

Lessons their mom learned every time she stepped on the court, and reasons why she will never be forgotten by Wolf fans.

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