Defenestrating Thoughts from the Bivouac

In case you didn’t know already, Crissy and I are moving to Colorado in less than two months. Along with all the sadness of leaving friends, I realized that I’ll be leaving my hockey team, the Monarchs, behind.

This is especially tough; my first ever ice hockey game was with the Monarchs Hockey Franchise (which incidentally was my 3rd time skating on ice). We started as a single team and, so far, have grown to a franchise of 5 teams. So with the move, I’m retiring from the Monarchs as a franchise player after eleven seasons and four tournaments, the majority of which I served as team captain.

The franchise has been kind enough to retire my number and it now hangs from our virtual rafter.

Why #40? I never really had a number that I considered my own. In high school, I ran track and played tennis, so we obviously didn’t have numbers. In college, I just did intramural and club sports. So when I needed a number for the Monarchs, I decided that I could use some of the luck from the Bangaru athletic genes (which apparently mostly went to my sisters), so I picked Sri’s soccer jersey number.

Being me, I never remembered to tell Sri that I picked her number, so she was pretty surprised and happy when she found out 2 years later. :-)