While it was on my spring break at home I got to be able to watch my little brother’s baseball game for the first time all season. I really wasn’t paying attention the whole time because I don’t really like baseball and it being little league makes it even worse. But eventually I got up to sit with my parents to pay attention and when I walked by the dugout I noticed his number. Without my request or him even asking me, he decided to wear the same number I did in high school football. I thought that was the best compliment of being a big brother ever.