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It was a different time, back in the days when the press box was small, open air, and bee-infested — and a scoreboard operator could get his Wobble on. (Photo by JohnsPhotos.net)

Where were you when they turned Wobble off?

It’s been 11 years since the powers that be shut down use of the song, which came with its own dance, as the exit music for Coupeville High School football games.

Scoreboard operator and ice cream purveyor Joel Norris has never been the same since.

Without being able to Wobble, he’s a mere shell of a man.

Instead of living the sweet life in a world of soul-sustaining Rocky Road and Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough, there are rumors Joel has been experimenting with Rum Raisin and … choke … Black Licorice.

Now, if you weren’t around in October 2012, you likely have no clue of what I’m talking about.

The rapper V.I.C., who launched the song and the subsequent dance craze across America, has largely faded away himself, not having a measurable hit since 2015.

The internet says he’s still out there, bustin’ rhymes until the break of dawn in relative obscurity, and Wobble even had a brief renaissance on TikTok in 2020.

But he’s not headlining any major tours with Beyonce.

Hopefully V.I.C. (short for Victory in Christ – thanks, Internet) held on to all the rights to his greatest hit, and still lives in the comfort he deserves.

Cause Wobble was, and is, a banger.

Even in the slightly cleaned-up version which was used by high schools.

Cause that was what one parent complaint brought crashing down — the PG-ized take on the song, which was what CHS cheerleaders used for their performance.

It’s way past time to bring Wobble back to Coupeville football games, even if current Wolf seniors were … um, seven years old … the last time it ripped from the PA sound system.

I mean, we were still using the old, tiny wooden press box ruled by 10,001 angry bees — some alive, others likely zombies — back in those days.

So, reality tells me Wobble isn’t on the soundtrack for most current Coupeville students.

But hey, these are the same teens who belt out every line of Take Me Home, Country Roads by John Denver and Sweet Caroline by Neil Diamond, not to mention a whole slew of ’80s and ’90s classics.

They can learn the Wobble again.

And V.I.C. might be out there looking for a gig that gives him a trip to a small island in Washington state and be willing to lead the revival in person.

Stranger things have happened.

As we count down the days until Homecoming 2023, now is the time to rise up and declare as one:

Oh, oh, oh, oh
All the shawtys in the club
(Let me see you just)
Back it up, drop it down
(Let me see you just)
Get low n scrub the grown
(Let me see you just)
Push it up, push it up
(Let me see you just)

Don’t do it just for the kids. Do it for Joel Norris!

Don’t forsake the ice cream man to a Hellscape where … choke … black licorice ice cream is an option.

 

The song:

 

The dance:

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Coupeville lineman Ryan Labrador recovered a fumble Friday as he and his defensive mates put up a strong fight in a loss to Friday Harbor. (Photo by JohnsPhotos.net)

For one play Friday night, everything was perfect.

Freshman kicker Xavier Murdy lofted a beautiful ball, dropping an onside kick exactly where he wanted it to be.

And that landing spot was right on the fingertips of teammate Gavin Straub, who bounded off the ground as he hurtled down the right sideline, neatly plucking the ball from the skies.

It was a single football play run to perfection.

One which sent the student section into an explosion of cheers, as chants of “G-3! G-3! G-3!” rained down on Straub as he clutched the ball to his chest with an iron grip.

If the rest of Friday night had gone in the same direction, we’d be talking about the first Coupeville High School football team to go 3-0 in a very, very long time.

But, unfortunately, we are not.

Unable to get their offense into gear, and beset by rain, (distant) lightning and a very strong Friday Harbor defense, the Wolves fell 17-0 on their home turf.

The non-league loss drops Coupeville to 2-1, with a road game at La Conner next week the final warm-up before North Sound Conference play begins Sept. 28.

Friday’s rumble pitted two running backs — Wolf junior Sean Toomey-Stout and Friday Harbor senior Emeron Geiser — who had each racked up 500+ rushing yards across their first two games.

But this game was a tale of two defenses, as neither runner was able to really break free.

While Geiser scored a pair of late touchdowns, he only ripped off a 20+ yard run once Friday night.

Toomey-Stout was bottled up even more, attacked from all sides by an aggressive Wolverine D which kept him from getting to the corners.

His biggest play came not on a run, but a pass play, as he hooked up with Dawson Houston on a 32-yard catch-and-run, in which the run part covered most of the yardage.

The two squads spent the first half exchanging body blows, playing smash-mouth football, moving the chains a bit, but suffering from slippery fingers.

A torrential downpour which hit for the first 5-10 minutes of the game, before greatly abating, helped to put a sheen on the ball, even when it was toweled down. Cue players jumping on loose balls every third play or so.

Coupeville came up with two big turnovers in the early going, with Jake Pease and Ryan Labrador recovering fumbles, but the Wolves also gave the ball back twice.

A fumble at the 17-yard line brought an abrupt end to the one and only time Coupeville got inside Friday Harbor’s 20-yard line, while a picked off pass set up the only score of the first half.

Handed the ball at Coupeville’s 16-yard line with under a minute to play in the half, the Wolverines tried to ram the ball into the end zone, only to be thwarted by a fired-up CHS defense.

Still, Friday Harbor walked away with something, netting a 25-yard field goal off the toe of sophomore Milo Geiser to carry a 3-0 lead into the half.

Coupeville, which was tied 6-6 and 0-0 headed into the third quarter of its first two games, respectively, has been a second-half team in 2018.

The magic never showed up this time, however, as the Wolves gave Murdy plenty of chances to work on his punting after the break.

While the freshman booter took advantage, nailing one for a solid 50 yards with no return, it’s hard to win a game when your punter is operating as your biggest weapon.

Coupeville’s defense kept its offense in the game for a long time, holding the score at 3-0 until Emeron Gleiser slipped away on his only semi-long run of the night, a 27-yard TD bolt up the middle.

The PAT kick sailed wide, and hope hung in the air for at least a few more ticks … then things got weird.

The game came to a screeching halt at the 3:57 mark of the third quarter when a lightning strike somewhere up around Albuquerque (or Everett, I’m bad at geography…) sent the game into a half-hour delay.

Wolf fans filled the time with a dance-off, with the song selections cued up by Ema Smith delivering one sweet bonus.

That was the reappearance of 2008 rap hit turned dance sensation “The Wobble” by V.I.C., which used to play after every Wolf football game until it was unfairly banned by an uptight former administration.

For one night, as rain drops splattered down on Mickey Clark Field and lightning sparked somewhere up around San Jose (still bad at geography…), the forbidden dance was back.

Somewhere, in a different part of the world, former Head of Mischief Brian Norris snapped to attention, pulled his vuvuzela horn from its hiding place and screamed, “I’m on my way!!!”

If only, if only…

Anyway, back in the slightly misty reality of Coupeville, circa 2018, the players were finally let back on the field, as the lightning had seemingly moved on to Caracas.

What do you mean I’m in the wrong country, now? Geography, kicking my butt since 1971…

Anyway, the Wolf defense filled the remainder of the game with inspired plays, even as the offense continued to spin its wheels.

Chris Battaglia blew up a dude five steps behind the line, Isaiah Bittner knocked the very soul out of a rival, and Alex Turner, after shedding multiple blockers, administered one tackle known simply as “The Back Breaker.”

Meanwhile, Shane Losey, while stretched out and airborne, snagged a runner by his shoelaces and promptly untied the laces before both he and the runner met the Earth together.

But Emeron Geiser added a six-yard bolt to the end zone to stretch the lead to 15-0, and a late safety on a muffed Wolf kickoff return set the final margin in amber.

While the end result wasn’t what he wanted, Coupeville coach Marcus Carr handled his first loss in red and black with a calmness which filtered out to his players.

Already looking ahead at La Conner, the Wolf boss realizes a little rain must fall into everyone’s lives.

“They kept fighting, and I’m happy with that,” Carr said. “The guys never gave up.

“We’ll get back to basics, work on a few things and get back at it. When we execute well, good things happen. We just need to execute.”

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Two-time CHS Female Athlete of the Year Kristan Hurlburt. (Photo courtesy Sylvia Hurlburt)

  Two-time CHS Female Athlete of the Year Kristan Hurlburt. (Photo courtesy Sylvia Hurlburt)

Christine Fields (John Fisken photo)

   Christine Fields had a pretty dang amazing run as a high school golfer. (John Fisken photo)

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   The forbidden dance, the Wobble, back in the olden days of 2012. (Melissa Losey photo)

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Willie Smith: “Of course I can do The Wobble. I’m kind of a dance prodigy myself. Taught John Travolta and Patrick Swayze all their moves!” (Fisken photo)

A trinity of trailblazers and the day the dance died.

The sixth class inducted into the Coupeville Sports Hall o’ Fame has a bit of everything, and then some.

We have two athletes who excelled in ways that were unique, a coach who was like no other and the hip-shaking sensation that swept the nation, then got banned from Mickey Clark Field.

Rising up and joining their brethren under the Legends tab at the top of the blog — Kristan Hurlburt, Christine Fields, Willie Smith and the Wobble.

Fields, a two-sport star (soccer, golf) who just graduated from Coupeville High School and is headed off to San Diego State, goes in to the Hall for her play on the links.

Which is not an easy feat, since CHS doesn’t have a golf team.

But Christine, along with older brother Austin, made the commitment to find a way to follow in the footsteps of dad Mike, a golf pro.

That meant getting themselves to another school with no help from CHS — first Oak Harbor, then South Whidbey — and competing as a lone Wolf.

The extra travel and hurdles never slowed her down, however, as Fields qualified for the 1A state tourney all four years of her high school career.

Once there, she finished 8th, 15th, 5th and 6th — one of the best runs of excellence any Wolf has thrown down, in any sport.

The Fields family combined to make seven trips to state, and while Christine’s top-tier finishes nabs her the Hall call first, you know Austin, a true devoted big bro, would be the first to congratulate her.

Hurlburt, who was brought to my attention by niece (and current cheer/track/ballet supernova) Sylvia Hurlburt, was one of the first female athletes to bust through and get a proper level of respect for their accomplishments.

Kristan’s justifiably proud niece had the following to say:

I nominate my aunt Kristan for the Hall of Fame.

She got Athlete of the Year twice. Her name is on both of the plaques that are on the wall in the gym.

She was the first female athlete to get her picture on the wall for Athlete of the Year.

She played basketball, softball and tennis. She went to state three times total, two in basketball and one in tennis.

They got no banners because girls sports weren’t that important back then.

Quoting her, “We were lucky if the school provided us with a bus to the game or match.”

And that is why I nominate my aunt.

The Wobble lives again thanks to the Hall, revived three years after its sudden death.

There was a run for a bit where every CHS home football game would be capped with a cheerleader-led hustle to a catchy, Cab Calloway-influenced rap song by Atlanta’s own V.I.C..

You can see the original video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fE_64SdD27w

With slightly toned-down lyrics for a high school audience, it was something every one could do, regardless of their dancing ability.

Invariably, it would pull in most of the remaining people in the stands and send everyone out the door with a smile on their face, win or loss.

But in October of 2012, after a complaint from ONE person, the dance was bounced and now Wolf football games just sort of lurch to an end, instead of closing on a communal, bouncy note.

But step into the air-conditioned digital world of the Hall o’ Fame, and the Wobble is playing on a never-ending loop. The way it was meant to be.

A man who could move to any beat, our final honoree hits the stage to the sound of AC/DC rippin’ into “Thunderstruck.”

Willie Smith once said, while laughing and rocking so far back in his chair he almost fell over, “I don’t need to be in any Hall of Fames, cause I’m in every Hall of Shame!!”

Most coaches, if they could manage to get that line out, accompanied by Smith’s impeccable timing, would walk away, satisfied they had hit quote nirvana.

For Willie, however, that was merely one small moment in a lifetime of solid gold quotes.

Epic win or epic loss, whether he was giddy or a half-second away from leaving his players on the side of the road and walking back to Whidbey by himself, Smith understood the necessary dance between coach and the ink-stained wretches of the press and he never half-assed his side of the “contract.”

He never dodged a question in his life and if he ever prints all of the stories he told us (especially the ones we couldn’t print) the man is headed to the best seller’s charts.

Smith deserves his spot in the Hall for revolutionizing the Wolf girls’ basketball program and becoming the first CHS coach in any sport to win a game at state.

And he deserves it for 19 years of building the school’s baseball program into one that was respected by other hardball gurus like Stan Taloff and Jim Waller, men who are enshrined in real Hall of Fames.

But he also gets in because he hit that field every day with a huge smile, tossing candy at rival players to throw them off stride for a moment.

He competed as hard as any coach I’ve ever covered, and he taught his players to never back down, never embarrass yourself or your teammates and to embrace the joy of the moment.

Willie Smith has been the gold standard around these parts for as long as I’ve been covering high school sports.

While his recent retirement (we’ll see if it sticks) deprives us, it just makes it that much more likely he’ll spend next baseball season camped out behind home plate, lobbing candy and good-natured insults at the umpires, sardonic grin stretched ear-to-ear.

You can take the man out of the game, but you can’t take the game out of the man.

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First they came for our vuvuzela horns. Then the Fun Police came for the Wobble. (Melissa Zimmerman-Losey photos)

Wobble on, Wolf Nation, wobble on…

Until the break of dawn.

To everything there is a season, and that season has passed for The Wobble.

After closing every home football game with a cheerleader-led hustle to the catchy, Cab Calloway-influenced rap song “Wobble” by Atlanta’s own V.I.C., a routine that would invariably pull in most of the remaining people in the stands, the dance is no more.

Despite the fact the song is a catchy tune, and the dance is one anyone from a little kid to a crusty 80-year-old could do, a complaint (over some semi-suggestive lyrics) led CHS cheer coach Sylvia Arnold to replace the routine in last Friday’s final home game.

The Wobble will not go inside for basketball season, disappointing much of Wolf Nation.

Which is too bad, since Arnold and assistant coach Cheridan Boyd-Eck had tailored the dance to keep it family-friendly, foregoing the original music video’s butts-in-your-face approach.

“We chose to keep focused on the fun of the “worldwide” dance that was all over YouTube,” Arnold said.

“People have flash mobbed that routine all over the place, and our girls and the crowd loved it!!”

But, ONE family complained, and, to avoid controversy, the Wobble went the way of the Hammer dance and the cha-cha, replaced by an energetic Zumba routine, “Dance! Dance! Dance!” crafted by Boyd-Eck.

“Everyone seemed to like it, even with the pouring rain,” Boyd-Eck said.

And that persistent rain may have helped, as the crowd hit the exits faster than normal.

Though, as he went, one sardonic scoreboard operator did stop, look around and bellow “I wanna wobble!!”

His plea went unanswered, so he bopped in place by himself for a few moments, shrugged, then headed off into the downpour.

Wobble on, sir, wobble on.

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