Trevor Linden is coming to Powell River on Oct. 19 to give a speech at the theatre, then head on down to the rink to meet the local junior team, the Kings, and drop the puck before their clash with Cowichan Valley.
His timing can’t be worse. The day before he comes, the Habs are in Boston and I know I’ll be busy talking about that and how PK smashed Brad Marchand’s nose with an elbow and Alexei Emelin sent Andrew Ference flying, with head going north and body south. The day after Linden’s visit, the Caps pay a visit to the Bell and I’ll be getting ready for that and how they need to grab a couple more points in the standings while stopping Ovechkin with no problem whatsoever. Both games should provide thrills and spills and …………..
What? There’s no hockey?
Oops. Is my face red.
I think it’s great that Linden will be in town, coincidentally, on the birthday of former Italian hockey star Lucio Topatigh, and also of Jacques E. Brandenberger, the inventor of cellophane. Not to mention Disco Sally, the now-deceased New York dancing grandma. The 19th is quite a day all round, as you can see.
Linden had two mediocre seasons as a Montreal Canadien back in 1999-2000 and 2000-2001, missed a whack of games in both years, and only netted 25 goals over the two seasons. It wasn’t a memorable stint in Montreal, but he was always a Vancouver Canuck in his heart throughout his career anyway, even though he played for the Habs, Caps, and Islanders along the way. There’s no denying his sixteen seasons on the West Coast is what he’s remembered for. That and his charity work. And I suppose I should mention that he was President of the NHLPA during the last lockout in 2005-05, even though I don’t want to.
His heart was with the Canucks, which is fine. If I played for the Canucks my heart would be with the Habs. Regardless, welcome Trevor Linden. Enjoy Powell River.
And regarding Powell River, how about this! Justin Bieber to meet Powell River boy