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Country roads, take me home, to the place I belong. Take me home to the prairie.(Photo by JohnsPhotos.net)

Well, I lasted 65 days in the (sort of) Deep South…

My sojourn to Shenandoah Junction, West Virginia, in which I couch surfed at my sister’s and got under my nephew’s feet as much as humanly possible, went from late July to early October.

Some mugginess, some heat, WAY too many bugs, a fair amount of yard work, and one trip to the ER to get antibiotics for a yard work-related foot infection later, I’ve called it a day and left behind Scooplex, the roadside ice cream stand which won my heart (and taste buds).

The taste of West Virginia.

Yes, I’m back … in red and black.

Back to the prairie which it turns out I missed far more than I thought I would.

Back to 45 degrees and rain, like Mother Nature and all other deities intended.

I continued to write about Cow Town from 2,800 miles away, but now I am returning to once again fully embrace my destiny in person as “that guy who won’t shut up about Coupeville.”

I have danced the dance with my blog for 13+ years, through nearly 12,200 articles — threatened to quit, sort of quit, changed my fickle mind, then gone through it all again — but apparently I’m not done just yet.

This is what I was meant to do, and this is where I was meant to do it. That much I know to be true.

At this point in my life, I don’t want a “real” job. I want the “right” job, and, for me, that “right” job is writing Coupeville Sports.

And to do that, to really do that, I need to be back on the prairie of my (sort of) youth.

From 2,800 miles away, I can get stat sheets and coach quotes by email, trying to adapt to the three-hour time difference between different sides of the country. That’s true.

But to truly have the blog be everything it can be, to go deeper, to be the person who really documents the sports hopes and dreams of a small town nestled in the middle of a rock out in the water in the Pacific Northwest, I need to live here.

Maddie Big Time hitting identical buzzer-beating three-balls from half court in back to back games … 17 days apart? It meant more in person. (Photo by JohnsPhotos.net)

We’ve done so much together since Coupeville Sports began in 2012.

The Wall of Fame in the CHS gym, documenting 100+ years of athletic accomplishment.

The 101-year and 50-year celebration nights for Wolf boys’ and girls’ basketball, respectively.

Every time someone digs out an old newspaper clipping, or a lost photo, the past becomes the present. And there’s still more to uncover — Tom Sahli’s sophomore basketball stats will be mine one day, I swear!!

There’s more work to do. There’s more moments to celebrate. More lives to impact.

I’m gonna make some folks happy, and chafe some others. It’s my nature.

But I’m going to do it here, back on the prairie.

Back where the fog often rolls in across Mickey Clark Field — which turned 50 recently, by the way — as the deer wander in to lead the blocking for Wolves returning punts on the gridiron.

Where the rock-hard bleachers in the gym are ready and waiting to once again abuse my nether regions.

And where spring sports will undoubtedly start way too early, chilly prairie breeze shooting up my shorts and punching me in the tender vittles.

I’m not returning to my duplex, as it’s undergoing a transformation into something new, but I’ll be just a few blocks up the road.

Which means the library, post office, bank, gas station, PC, and the gym and sports fields all will still be within a mile or so of my new residence.

I am a creature of habit, though one who used the West Virginia sojourn to reduce my worldly possessions to what I could fit in a duffel bag.

For what do I truly need beyond a notebook and a computer?

Well, probably a microwave, so it’s a good thing my new place comes pre-equipped with one.

And a washer and dryer!!

I’ll be living the high life and not hanging around the Oak Harbor laundromats like in days past, feeding quarters into the hungry, hungry machines.

In the end, my trip to West Virginia pushed me out of my comfort zone and gave me a slightly different perspective on things.

I saw some living history while squatting on the other side of the country, including the deadliest battle fields in US history at Antietam.

Unless we count my daily brawls with the local bugs in my sister’s back yard…

Bloody Lane, in quieter times. (Sarah Kirkconnell photo)

My time away also reinforced the core truth that I am most at home in Washington state, on Whidbey Island, camped in Coupeville.

I wasn’t born in Cow Town, maybe, but this is where I want to be, where I need to be.

Prairie Life Maybe 4 Ever.

 

 

Want to financially support “Coupeville Sports” and my writing?

There are several ways:

 

PayPal:

https://paypal.me/DavidSvien?locale.x=en_US&country.x=US

 

Venmo:

David-Svien

 

Snail Mail:

David Svien
1722 Whales Run Place #B
Coupeville, WA 98239

 

In person at Wolf games:

The “Godfather” handshake never goes out of style.

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“Noooo, don’t leave me. I complete you.”

We’re building something unique here, you and me.

From those who have allowed me to use their photos, to those who have financially supported my 2:00 AM rantings, to those who read, discuss, and then choose not to throw tomatoes at me in the parking lot, you’re the backbone of what this blog is.

If you weren’t involved, it would just be a dude screaming random thoughts at the heavens, making it harder for the landlord’s cats to digest their meals in peace while staring out across Penn Cove.

But we have this interaction, on multiple levels.

Which isn’t always easy for me, as I am a severe introvert who would otherwise happily stay tucked under my blankies on my old recliner, watching endless crappy movies, if I didn’t feel a certain responsibility to fire up the Xterra and head into Cow Town to cover sports in person.

And, as anyone who plops their butt on the rock-hard bleachers in the CHS gym tonight as Coupeville’s hoops stars wage a holy war against eternal arch-nemesis La Conner will tell you — live always beats digital.

The modern era, with its streaming “options,” offers a chance to see games on your TV, computer, or (choke) phone, yes.

But the de facto national leader, NFHS, is a two-bit con job offering up cameras which break, freeze, fracture into double or triple images, or are easily defeated by a random hair floating by in the breeze.

Much less a drop of rain, which basically shuts the whole system down.

On the positive side, there is “MorganTV,” as Wolf Mom Morgan White — a one-woman wrecking crew who will come down there and rough you up if you elbow her pale prairie prince, Cole, one more time!! — delivers the best entertainment value on the internet.

For free, NFHS, for free. So, get your grubby hands out of my pocket!!

I kid, I kid … I don’t pay for NFHS. That’s why I stay on Willie Smith’s good side, so I can use his account.

But anyways, back to Coupeville Sports, which, as far as I can tell, is the only blog of its kind in Washington state.

In a world where old school newspapers have seen their staffs gutted, we’re still out here, in a small town on the prairie, in the middle of a rock in the water, covering EVERYTHING.

Which doesn’t always amuse school administrators.

But you want to bask in the 99% positivity, you sort of have to accept the 1% “negativity” — and maybe make it easier to get access to the positive stories, so I have less time to troll social media for gossip.

Just sayin’.

“Santa Claus is always watching us? He ain’t got jack on this guy! He already knows football is playing Winlock next year! And not even my mom knew that!!” (Photo by JohnsPhotos.net)

When you have someone comin’ in hot 24/7/365, you get varsity, JV, C-Team, middle school, youth sports, off the beaten path stuff like horse riding and dog showing, and more non-sports stories than you would reasonably expect on a blog called Coupeville Sports.

Go back through the 10,944 articles I’ve produced since debuting in August 2012, and there’s a cornucopia of stories covering everything from Renaissance fairs to robotics to theater productions, to, I kid you not, mermaids.

I mean, I’ve even covered stuff from Oak Harbor, South Whidbey, Anacortes, and Brocktonville (maybe not Brocktonville…) on a blog that starts with the word … COUPEVILLE.

I move quickly, I strike when least expected (seriously, 2:00 AM is a sweet spot for publishing), and I rarely, if ever, say no to a story idea.

My unspoken agreement with my readers is that 99.92% of the time, when you get up in the morning and sit down to pour coffee into your Bran Flakes, you’ll be able to read about every game played the night before.

EVERY game, varsity or JV.

EVERY day of the year.

Today, Valentine’s Day, is the 163rd consecutive day I’ve published at least one story (and I never publish just one story…).

Last time I missed a day, there was no power in Coupeville for 24 hours-plus. And it still chafes me.

It’s a fair amount of work, but it’s resulted in a somewhat rare occurrence — instead of plateauing or receding, my readership numbers are booming as we approach 12 years in the pits.

During 2023, Coupeville Sports broke all of its high-water marks, in terms of readers and page views, and 2024 has started with another big jump forward.

Love it or hate it, people are reading it like never before.

Which keeps me going, through the great days and the mediocre ones. The days where I think I can do this forever, and the days where that recliner beckons.

As I said, I am a severe introvert.

More than once, I’ve debated taking my winter depression beard and running off into the woods to reside amongst the squirrels.

Until my sister realizes I’m living out of the Xterra on the back of her property and sends out my nephews, tasers in hand, to “clean up the joint.”

“What I want out of each and every one of you is a hard-target search of every gas station, residence, warehouse, farmhouse, henhouse, outhouse, and doghouse in that area.”

So, while I’m probably not getting that indoor/outdoor swimming pool anytime soon, I keep on writing and survive day-to-day thanks to the generosity of my readers.

Coupeville Sports has always been free, from article #1 to article 10,944, and it will remain so until whatever article marks the end of this odyssey.

Read away.

But, if you want to be my valentine, or be the wind beneath my wings, or just want to ensure that my nephews don’t taze me, man, you can support the cause several ways.

 

Venmo:

@David-Svien

 

PayPal:

https://paypal.me/DavidSvien?country.x=US&locale.x=en_US

 

Snail mail:

David Svien
165 Sherman
Coupeville, WA 98239

 

Mob style:

You haven’t fully lived until someone slips you money, or a Coke and hot dog, or smoked salmon and cookies, at a game, leaving other fans wondering if they saw a drug deal go down live and in living color.

“Is he dealing smack now?!?! Someone should tell his sister! She’ll have his nephews tase him!”

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