He ain't heavy, he's my brother

eing in a brother's shadow may have bothered some people, but I looked on it as an advantage. Anytime I practiced, played one on one, or got in a fight with my brother Chris — and by the way, that was on a daily basis — I knew I was challenging one of the best.

That natural rivalry not only included every sport that we played, but it spilled over into our favorite teams. In every person's life there comes a time, either governed by fate or by pure chance, where a kid picks his favorite team. Usually that magical event occurs when he is very young. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, "in the eyes of a child we must learn how to see."

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