So, I went to San Diego over the weekend to visit my kid brother and his (pregnant) wife. I had a great time, though it's still weird for me to see my brother as a grown-up, married man. He's still a 11 year old kid in my mind - that's how old he was when I left home for college. And now, well he's going to be a dad next month! Before me! My little sister also became a parent before me, so I'm going to be getting advice from them for the 1st time in my life whenever the FW and I have a child. Not sure how I'm going to handle that!
Anyway, San Diego was fantastic. The weather was perfect, around 70 degrees each day, with brilliant sunshine. The 1st thing we did, of course, was go play hoops. When my brother was in high school and college, whenever we got together we would play hoops - it was our way of fighting (you know, like animals in the wild, establishing dominance). Up until this weekend, he'd only beaten me once, and he's still talking about it. Well, my dominance is over. He won 3 out of 5 games. I just can't hang with the young bucks anymore. I "retired" from my men's soccer team this season because I realized I just can't run as fast as want to and my recover time has increased to the point that I'm stiff for days (no Viagra jokes, please).
Went to see the Nats play the Padres Friday night - luckily it was the night Washington won before they began their tailspin. The weirdest thing about the trip was waking up Saturday morning, turning on the TV at 9:00 am, and seeing UVa vs. Syracuse. Something's wrong with football on that early!
So here's to my little brother, who's now a married man and a father to be. You've done good, boy (but I'll still whip that ass!).
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