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   Matt Hilborn and Coupeville baseball stomped Port Townsend Wednesday, and have won 11 of their last 12 games. (Photos by JohnsPhotos.net)

   Coupeville’s seniors went 8-0 at home this year. L to r, Hunter Smith, Jake Hoagland, Jacob Zettle, Kyle Rockwell, coach Chris Smith, Julian Welling, Joey Lippo, Nick Etzell, James Vidoni.

They love it when a plan comes together.

Other than a couple of bobbled balls in the field, the Coupeville High School baseball squad was on point Wednesday, closing the regular season with an emphatic win.

Coasting to a five-inning 11-0 thumping of visiting Port Townsend, the Wolves finished 8-1 in Olympic League play en route to their second conference title in three seasons.

Sitting at 14-4 overall, the Wolves have won seven straight and 11 of their last 12 games.

In the past decade, only one CHS hardball squad, the 2014 team which went to state, has won as many games in a single season.

That ’14 unit finished 14-11 and was eliminated by Rochester in the round of 16.

This year’s Wolves, who open the playoffs May 8 in Tacoma against Charles Wright Academy, came dangerously close to going 17-1, with three of their four losses by a single run.

Two of those defeats came to 2A schools.

Coupeville also finished a flawless 8-0 on its home diamond, with Wednesday’s win coming on a Senior Night in which eight Wolves were honored.

One of those 12th graders, Olympic League MVP-in-waiting Hunter Smith, closed out his home career in style.

Captain Cool tossed a six-strikeout no-hitter from the mound, then knocked in four runs while reaching base in all four of his plate appearances.

And, just to make sure local fans would really remember how amazingly consistent and explosive he has been over the past four years, Smith pulled off maybe the most stunning play of his career.

It came in the bottom of the first, after he had been plunked with a pitch.

A quick steal got Smith to second, a passed ball nudged him to third, and walks to Julian Welling and Dane Lucero juiced the bags and set the stage.

With Jake Hoagland at the plate, Smith, not betraying a single emotion on his carefully-crafted game face, edged down the base-path, teasing and tormenting the flustered RedHawk hurler.

He stepped backwards, for just a second, perhaps arched an eyebrow ever so slightly at coach/dad Chris Smith, who was bobbing in the third-base coaching box, and then … HOLY CRUD ON A FREAKIN’ STICK!!

Hunter Smith bolted down the line, a burst of fiery speed shining brighter than the blazing sun that was scorching the prairie.

Port Townsend’s bench screamed, Coupeville’s bench screamed twice as loud, and at least one Wolf parent fell out of their seat. Maybe more.

As Hoagland did a nimble backwards jump away from the plate at the last second, Captain Cool slid under the late tag, pulling off the most difficult play in baseball.

It was just one run, maybe, but, in that instant, he went from mere legend to mythic figure.

The kind of dude who can toss a no-hitter AND steal home on the same day, and make you imagine Matthew McConaughey leaning against a tree down the right field line, chewing on a wheat stalk, murmuring “alright, alright, alright, my man.”

If the game had been a movie script, that would have been the finale.

Instead, back in reality, the Wolves still had four innings to play and 10 more runs to score, so they got at it quickly.

The only base-runners Port Townsend could get aboard came thanks to a handful of errors by the normally sure-handed Wolf infielders.

They made up for the occasional bobble, however, such as in the top of the second, when Matt Hilborn triggered a bang-bang double play to erase a rare RedHawk base-runner.

Scooping up a bouncer at short, he didn’t have time to transfer the ball from glove to hand, so merely flipped it from his glove while on the run.

The ball plopped into Joey Lippo’s hand, the Wolf second-baseman spun and fired a dart to Welling at first, and presto, a “rally” spiked before it could begin.

With Smith humming on the mound, Coupeville tacked on five runs in the second, added two in the third and put a stamp on things with three more in the fourth.

The Wolves, being extremely patient at the plate, eked out a string of walks to set the table in the second, with a bases-loaded free pass to Smith making it 2-0.

After that, it was time for the big boppers to eat.

Welling smoked a two-run single to left, Lucero bopped an RBI single that dropped in front of a charging outfielder and Hoagland arced a long sac fly to cap things.

In the third, Coupeville got creative, with Nick Etzell pulling off an inspired bit of base-running.

Standing in for Wolf catcher Gavin Knoblich, who rapped a one-out single, Etzell, who hasn’t been able to play in the field in recent games as he rehabs a PE-related arm injury, made sure to get his bit of the spotlight.

After stealing second, minus his wrist guard after an over-zealous ump made him remove it, Etzell took third on a passed ball, then shot for home when another ball got away from the Port Townsend catcher.

Well, he shot for two steps, at least.

Unfortunately, the RedHawk backstop recovered the ball quicker than expected and seemed to have Etzell dead to rights.

Au contraire, mon frère.

Etzell faked back towards third, drew the throw, then narrowly missed snapping his own ankles as he spun on a dime, streaking home to beat the return throw.

From there the Wolves coasted home with Smith swatting an RBI single, before a bases-loaded walk to Lippo and a two-run single from Smith in the fourth wrapped the onslaught.

Knoblich and Smith paced the offense, each delivering a pair of base-knocks.

The win marked the final home game for Wolf seniors Kyle Rockwell, Jacob Zettle, James Vidoni, Lippo, Smith, Etzell, Hoagland and Welling.

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Hope Lodell, seen here in an earlier match, lit the fire for Coupeville Thursday, dropping in nine service aces. (John Fiskenb pohoto)

   Hope Lodell, seen here in an earlier match, lit the fire for Coupeville Thursday, dropping in nine service aces. (John Fisken photo)

(Photo courtesy Valen Trujillo)

   Pink jerseys and hair ribbons were on display as the Wolves held a breast cancer awareness night. (Photo courtesy Valen Trujillo)

Tiffany Briscoe celebrates with Wolf gridiron star (and huge volleyball fan) Jacob martin.

   Tiffany Briscoe celebrates with Wolf gridiron star (and enthusiastic volleyball fan) Jacob Martin. (Amy Briscoe photo)

They were feeling it.

Riding a wave of energy from an amped-up student cheering section, the Coupeville High School volleyball squad roared back to stagger visiting Chimacum Thursday night, forcing a tie for second place in the 1A Olympic League standings.

Sparked by spectacular serving from Hope Lodell and an aggressive team-wide approach to hitting, the Wolves knocked off the pesky Cowboys 20-25, 25-13, 25-23, 25-15.

The win, avenging a tough five-set loss to Chimacum earlier in the season, a night when the Cowboy JV outshouted the Wolf fans, was sweet for all involved.

As her players whooped and the remaining fans stomped the bleachers, CHS coach Breanne Smedley beamed.

“The best we’ve played; we stayed focused on winning the next point, moving ahead,” she said. “The girls are making it not “about me,” but “about the team,” which is very nice to see.”

The victory lifted Coupeville to 2-2 in league play, 4-8 overall.

The Wolves are tied with Chimacum (2-2, 7-7) two games behind Klahowya (4-0, 7-6) and two ahead of Port Townsend (0-4, 1-9) with two to play.

CHS travels to Klahowya Monday, then hosts Port Townsend Thursday on Senior Night.

The top three teams make the postseason — something the Wolf spikers did not do last year — and Coupeville is one win or one RedHawk loss from clinching a berth.

The Wolves started things with a bang Thursday, as sophomore Katrina McGranahan pounded a spike between two Cowboys to open the night’s scoring.

After that, the first set was a herky-jerky affair, with Coupeville strong at first (winners from McKenzie Bailey and Kyla Briscoe) then surprisingly unfocused for a bit, then offering a late rally that fell just short.

The second set was a different matter.

Lodell joined the action and her presence in the lineup immediately gave the Wolves a noticeable jolt.

The high-jumping sophomore was on fire at the service stripe (she would finish with nine aces on the night) and Coupeville claimed the early lead and never relinquished it.

Clinging to a 13-12 lead, the Wolves ripped control of the set away when McGranahan came roaring up on the outside, mashing a frozen rope of a spike that dug a trench three feet deep as it exploded on the end line for a winner.

Chimacum buckled and went down meekly, with the Kat Attack continuing.

Ally Roberts dropped in a gorgeous tear-drop tip over the heads of two players, Bailey touched the gym ceiling as she soared to reject a Cowboy shot and then McGranahan closed out the set with a six-point run on serve.

With the joint jumpin’, though, things took a sharp left turn.

As quickly as they had seized control, the Wolves threw it away, falling behind 7-0 in the third set.

Enter The Surgeon and exit Chimacum’s heart.

Operating with an uncanny precision, Lodell zipped serves to the right, to the left, right down the middle and off of the elbows and knees of flailing Cowboys.

One of the few times Chimacum mounted any kind of return, a brief rally broke out only to be brought to a screeching halt by Roberts and McGranahan, who teamed for an emphatic stuff at the net.

Still, despite battling back ferociously, Coupeville couldn’t quite seem to get over the last hump.

Seven ties, but only one momentary lead at 8-7, and then the Wolves found themselves down 23-20, returning serve.

Never fear.

The Wolves thwarted a Chimacum stuff attempt, before handing the ball to a Keebler Elf with ice water running in her veins.

Lauren Rose is as steady a player as there is in Wolf Nation, in any sport, and I swear I have never seen her miss a serve in almost two full seasons.

Barely cocking one eyebrow (she was so calm, you had to look really closely to see if she was still breathing), Keebs laid down four straight winners.

The final one? An ace that ripped a small divot out of the back line and tore a much bigger chunk out of the Chimacum coach’s heart.

As the rival spiker guru howled in a mix of agony, disbelief and wonderment, Rose strolled past, moving McConaughey-style, her quiet smile uttering a very loud “Alright, alright, alright.”

Their spirit broken, the Cowboys went down quickly in the night’s final set, aided by a couple of laser spikes off of Tiffany Briscoe’s fingertips and a sensational save on a play by Emma Smith.

The freshman, maybe the tallest player on the Wolf squad, was headed to the floor and caught in an awkward position almost beneath the net, yet still managed to punch the ball skyward at the last second, keeping a key rally going for a few more seconds.

As the now hoarse-voiced crowd filtered out, all that was left to do for the Wolves was add up their stats.

Roberts and Tiffany Briscoe led the way with eight kills apiece (Rally Ally had a perfect hitting night, with no errors) while Rose and Sydney Autio both chipped in with 12 assists.

Working the back line and picking up another two dozen floor burns for her ever-growing collection, Wolf libero Valen Trujillo came away with 16 digs.

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Luke Merriman, doin' work. (John Fisken photos)

Luke Merriman, doin’ work. (John Fisken photos)

Did you hear all the screaming earlier today?

It’s probably because the teen idol of his generation, the mop-topped, shake ‘n bake ‘n break your ankles hoops star, the smoothest criminal in all the land, one Luke Merriman, had a birthday.

Mr. Merriman can dazzle on the basketball court, whipping the ball between his legs, then stepping back and droppin’ treys from somewhere out in the parking lot.

He was born to be a bad, bad man.

Of course, off the court, you will rarely meet a nicer guy.

Through middle school and now high school, Luke has been one of those dudes who glides through life a bit like he’s Matthew McConaughey’s younger brother.

He’s slick, he’s laid back, he can talk all the day long, but, underneath the lady killer moves, there beats the heart of a true gentleman.

Luke is more delicate than you might think (it would be nice if he could stop breaking bones all the time and stay healthy) but he has a heart a lion could only hope to own.

He’s the real deal, on the court and off, and he’ll always be someone who I, and a lot of other people, always root for.

Happy birthday, Luke. May it fly as high as you do.

And yes, I’ve seen that recent photo of you getting dangerously close to dunking, so that’s pretty dang high.

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