Little Brother Gets His Chance
It took me a good 30 years to accept it. It took my first trip to his house, where he allowed me to build up an incredible amount of momentum and confidence before he pulled the rug out from underneath my feet – again – to realize it would never really change. Oh, I may get the best of him once in a while; maybe even have an occasional better campaign than him, twisting in the wind while he really sat there laughing under his breath – but the reality was that he would ALWAYS be my big brother, and no matter what my successes, I would forever be in his shadow.
Well, it’s that time again for my big brother to come to my house. This time, however, feels somewhat dissimilar. Why? For the first time in a LONG time, it may be that I have a legitimate chance to be indelibly better, at least for now. It’s possible that I may have more talent and more focus than he does. Yes, this just might be my time.
It doesn’t really change much in the long run; the big picture remains the same. He’s the pedigree, and I’m his little brother. It would take being better every year for the rest of my life for anyone to ever think differently. It took that visit last year to finally realize that.
But, as they say, every dog has it’s day.
I wonder if this will be my day.
Michigan @ Michigan State
12:00pm
Channel 7 (WXYZ)
Ummm, little brother played again like little brother.
And so, another year of facing it. Oy.
You know U.T. — I always had this psychologically twisted idea called “VIRTUAL CELEBRITY” but never really needed to set it into motion. You can perhaps use it for your brother’s visit, it goes like this:
You convince friends to treat you like a celebrity. Since the visitor/guest/older brother doesn’t know these people, they can:
Approach you on the street, posing as reporters, news photographers, autograph hounds, etc etc – they can gush and bat their eyelashes at you…
You just give them a list of the times and places you’ll be during your guest’s visit and merely go about giving your brother a tour of Detroit…
They’ll take flash photographs, say things like: “Isn’t that Mr. Alcott?!” (while pointing excitedly) and stuff like (little boy approaches you) “Ummm Mister Alcott, my Daddy wanted me to come over and get your autograph…” – When your guest asks you what this is all about, you merely and humbly mention how it must be something about saving all of those Nuns and Orphans from that burning building singlehandedly….
Clever and Sinister…