Thank Goodness for small favors

I could sit here in my cube and type about all the stupidness going on in the sports world-from the stupid Kenyon Martin/Mark Cuban 'nuh-uh' argument, to the C's losing at home, to David Ortiz hitting all the way to Mannywood being all juiced up. I could dissect each and every one of them, but not right now. Right now it's a shout out as a big thanks to Lil' Brother, and sometimes family just knows that you need a boost from across the country.

Why I needed the boost is not significant. When I'm ready to discuss things, believe me, I will. All I can say is that the kid knew to call me and then could tell I wasn't doing so hot. Took the kid a grand total of 10 minutes and then it was just another take on something stupid that goes on in the world, and how I live my life. He's right, and that's the only part of our conversation that sucks is because he knows me all too well. Knows that since I've let my guard down on so many things that I open myself up to those that could take advantage. And that my decisions to do so have repercussions and consequences, even if I'm the one that gets stung. He's right about all those things. And while I could be a complete dick and lash out and harm those that I think are trying passively to hurt me, it's not worth it. They know who they are and what they're doing, and I'll leave it to karma and their conscience to deal with it out there in the big bad universe. I'll keep doing what I'm doing, knowing full well that I can get scraped and banged up, but with the peace of mind that my intentions are pure and not for selfish gain.

Everybody else can go for theirs and step on folks along the way, I choose to lift them up alongside me. It's lonely at the mountain top, in case you hadn't heard. And you will never be a leader unless you raise those around you. They rise, and so do you. That's real teamwork.

So why the title of this post? I'm just real thankful that while my Lil' Brother and I used to go at each other tooth and nail for years and years and years, we're now friends. I never thought we'd be this close or have each others backs, but I know he's got mine all the way from tiny little New Hampshire, and I wouldn't mess around with that. We got to talk about fastballs, and not in the real sports realm. It was great to chat with him, and even cooler to know that our bond is more than just family, it's FAMILY. You can't beat that with a bat.

Happy Tuesday y'all.