Argonauts hop aboard Trestman love train
OTTAWA—Marc Trestman is boring, or so the story goes. The Toronto Argonauts coach does not raise his voice, or use colourful language. Linebacker Marcus Ball, a natural leader, makes the music playlists at practice. Why him?
“ ’Cause he’s the only one who takes the time to find edited rap,” says receiver DeVier Posey. “No one else wants to do it, I don’t want to do it. I’m not making a playlist. ’Cause Trestman ain’t having no cuss words. I mean, he encourages us to pick up lint around our locker, (so) you know there’s no cussing.”
No, Marc Trestman is not exciting. Sure, he went to three Grey Cups in three years as the coach of the Montreal Alouettes, winning two; he has guided the Argos to the Grey Cup in his first year back, despite not being hired until March, and is now a two-time CFL coach of the year. He is known as a quiet man, a sober man, a man who demands maximum effort and edited music. Who does that?
“The music, that’s nothing to me,” says linebacker Terrance Plummer, one of more than 40 newcomers to the team this season. “It’s the way he taught us how to love. He taught us not to hate the other team, or worry about them. He’s taught us to love one another.”
Wait, what? He taught you . . . to love one another?
“That’s who he is,” says offensive lineman Chris Van Zeyl. “In a lot of ways, he’s a father figure to these guys. There’s a quote: ‘What you do for yourself dies with you; what you do for others lives on.’ There were a lot of quotes that we got in the early days, but that was the one that resonated.
“And I think that’s the way we’ve become. It’s not a new idea, but I think he’s accomplished it.”
There’s a lot of BS in coaching, like everywhere else, and one example is the idea that coaches at the pro level are invested in anything other than winning. Who believes otherwise? Who thinks of Marc Trestman, provider of dry bromides delivered in a low voice, as love?