A tribute to Trevor Linden (not really, more like another girl post)

So after having seen all those images of Vancouverites in their #16 jerseys, and hearing all about how great the tribute to Linden before the Oilers game went , I decided to spend a few moments pondering on the memories I have of this supposedly great inspiring man.

The only memory I have of Trevor isn’t of him on the ice – as you know how I’m like when it comes to hockey – but it was of the fine early morning in the summer of 2003 up at Grouse mountain, where a couple of my friends and I bumped into Trevor Linden and Dan Cloutier (totally coincidental, mind you).

That was by far the best summer of my life (not because of this encounter with Linden though, mind you).  It was the summer right after high school graduation, and right before entering into university. It was by far my whitest summer, where I did a lot of white things (like playing soccer barefoot, going hiking, etc.).

You see, we decided to go up for a hike on the Grouse Grind at 7AM that morning, because one of our friends (who’s actually in med school right now, brilliant gal) had to volunteer at some kiddies centre at 11AM in Richmond on the same day.

And as we finished our hike and headed for the tram to get down the mountain, we saw Trevor Linden and Dan Cloutier in there as well.  Apparently it only took them 30 minutes or so to finish the whole hike.

My friends got their autographs, I observed that Trevor drove a Ford Explorer (how down to earth), and that was that.

But you see, as you could probably have guessed, there’s no way I am going to dedicate a whole blog on some athlete who plays a sport I have no fancy for.

Many times I have explained explicitly that I only like girls who aren’t girly.  And I thought that this was the perfect example of what I mean.  This is important because several of my friends have started questioning my sexual orientation (because of statements like ‘I don’t like girly girls’, ‘I love Beckham’, ‘Banning gay marriage is just dumb’, etc.)

So, look back at that girl I just mentioned.

The girl who had to volunteer at 11AM but was invited by the rest of us to the hike so decided to compromise by getting all of us to hike early in the morning.  That girl.

Now, if you substitute in any regular girl instead, what you would end up getting is “ewww, I hate hiking”, or, “sorry I am busy that day, I have to volunteer at 11AM, have fun though”, or, “awww I am going to be so tired if I went, plus I still have to work after”, or, “we can go another time”.

But no, this girl didn’t act like any regular girly girl.

She analyzed the situation, found her heart’s desire, and made a radical adjustment to her (and our) original plan of action to accomodate for this whole thing.

That’s the sign of a leader.

That’s the sign of a not-so-girly girl.

And that’s the new sexy, baby.