the number

so, early on in this hockey experience, my dad - the man singlehandedly responsible for c's hockey addiction - he has this conversation with cam. and i mean early - as in 4 years ago perhaps.

cam: but, i was number ___ {insert number here} last year, i *have to* be that number again, poppi.

poppi (aka my dad) : you can be a new number, that one looks like it's been taken.


cam: but i need to be that same number.


poppi: is there another number that you could get used to?


cam: what if that (old) number brought me all the luck?


poppi: it isn't luck that helps you play as well as you do. :o)


cam: but that number was mine.


~~~ ... and here's the magic folks ~~~


poppi: no, cam, the player makes the number, the number doesn't make the player.


and with that line, cameron has never *needed* the same number. he has been given the same number, for the last few years. kids know him as number 2. and he loves it. what's really cool? my brother was #2 in hockey his whole career too. so there is sentimental feelings towards that number.

this is a photo of the end of his hockey bag. santa brought this bag, and he absolutely loves it. his name is on the side of it, near the zipper in huge 3" letters, brown and white. each end has a number 2 on it.

ownership. and it's only a season at a time.