First, the week leading up to his arrival is just agonizing. We both are having a hard time concentrating on work. We're both just so amped. (that's Joe's phrase - I'm AMPED!) Friday morning finally rolls around and I'm like a giddy school girl. Driving to the airport to get him, I have the windows down and the stereo pumping. As I'm getting off at the airport exit, I get a text from Joe that says, "Just landed!" Damn, I'm late? No, he's early, which is perfect, 'cause we have a 12:08 tee time. The next scene is like a movie. I'm trying to find him in a maze of college softball players down for spring break. Baggage claim is hopping with folks ready to get the heck out of the Boston cold. And then the crowd parts and in a perfectly crystal clear moment, I hear, "What up, Brother!"
We grab his golf clubs and we're off. Run home, drop his stuff, change, head to El Caps for a quick burger (maybe the best in St. Pete!) and a few beers before our tee time. It's now an hour and a half since Joe has been here and it feels like he's been here for a week. It's so comfortable. He doesn't know this, but I miss him. I miss all my brothers. Joe, Fitzy, C-Dogg, Auggie, D-Bomb, Dave. I would do anything for them. I've got their backs and they have mine.
That's what brothers do. They stick up for each other. Even when they have different mothers. Yes, even though Joe and I look striking similar, we aren't blood related. We are, however, just like all My Boys, brothers.
So, the rest of the weekend is perfect. We play more golf, drink more beer and eat lots and lots and lots of wings. We got a chance to really talk, catch up on our busy lives and just plain goof on each other! I had a blast. It's always not enough time, but I'm glad he came down. We're already talking about next year. I can't wait.
Jesse
(Oh, I almost forgot, I finally beat Joe in golf! Gotcha Brother!)
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