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Scott Brosius

I fucked up the date. I thought the half marathon was supposed to be today. I checked my email right before I drove back to my parent’s house. It’s tomorrow and not today. I don’t know how I missed that but I sure did. The race is the town over from where my parents live so I figured I would sleep there and then wake up and head over. My little brother is also going to run with me so I was going to meet up with him at my parent’s.

I called him Friday night to let him know I screwed up. Kid took it like a champ. He was like “alright, I’ll see you on Sunday!”. Beast. If someone sabotaged my weekend when I was 24 I would not have been happy. I really like my little brother. He’s a really easy person to talk to and he’s got good things going on in his life. He just moved out of my parent’s house and he’s living with his friends now. He’s got his head screwed on straight. I’m really proud of him.

I think he benefitted from watching me screw up as a young adult. I think he saw that marijuana turned me into a lesser version of myself. I say this as someone who has lots of friends who smoke lots of marijuana. It doesn’t have the effect on them that it did on me. I think I’m more susceptible to the depression/anxiety effects than they are. I also was very bad at having discipline with it.

My brother watched me screw up a lot and I think that helped him figure out what he wanted to be. I’d like to think that he adopted some of my better traits and left the other one’s out. He eats pretty healthy and likes to work out. He’ll go out and drink sometimes but I think he has a good idea on when to stop. I’ve gone out with him a few times and seems to know when to put a lid on it. He started his own podcast and YouTube channel. I’m not sure those will really take off but he’s gaining valuable experience by doing that. He’s got big things ahead of him.

Also I wanted to say that 18 was my number growing up. Scott Brosius played 3B for the Yankees and he was my guy. I’ll never forget when he hit that homerun against the Padres in the ’98 World Series. Legend. I wore #18 every year of my baseball career.