Once, when my daughter was twelve, she got a pass to go down to the field after the game. There was only one player she wanted to meet: Christine Sinclair.
When Sinclair got close, my little girl got nervous and blurted out, “Can I have a hug???”
Sinclair replied, “I’m not sure. Do you give good hugs?”
My daughter, with a deer-in-the-headlights look answered, “I really don’t know! I’ve never given one to myself.” Sinclair laughed and hugged her.
Since then, my girl has always worn the #12 jersey, and she named one of our dogs Sinclair (We call him Sincy).
Christine Sinclair is the real deal–brilliant, talented, kind, and a wonderful roll model.