Yes and no. I'm the oldest of the three of us brothers. I'm cordial, I love, but I would not say I'm friends with my youngest brother. Now my middle brother we were very close. We hung out often. We had an equal love of all Cleveland sports teams. We watched the Browns in person during the 1980s. Saw some miserable football when they returned in 1999 (and still pathetic). Watched the Indians, now the Guardian's resurgence to become a World Series contending team in the 1990s and still that today. We did so much together. He often called his big brother for advice and just to talk. I miss that so much. My life changed when he suddenly passed away from a heart attack on 5/1/2011 at 45 years old and just one day after he walked his daughter down the aisle in marriage.
Sorry to be long-winded, but I have to share this story. He had three boys 22, 20, and 18 when he passed. They also, like their father and their uncle (me) live(d) and breath Cleveland sports. With that also comes a deep disliking for the Pittsburgh Steelers. They (his sons) had him dressed in his favorite Bernie Kosar jersey, wearing a Cleveland baseball cap, and some Cavalier wristbands for his viewing. But in classic fashion and what my brother would have wanted, they had him holding a sign that said, "I may be bound for glory, but the Steelers still suck." It was so him.
