My dearest, most beloved brother, 82 years old, who I talk with every day, often more than once, has heard me raving about the NBA playoffs and my Miami "Heat" the last couple of weeks. Intrigued, he asked me when the next "Heat" game was yesterday and asked me if I would call him today to remind him. I did at 3:00. I missed a call from him around half-time and was delighted that he was watching. He goes to bed early, like 7 pm, because he gets up at 3-3:30 a.m. every day (no lie and no exaggeration) so when he didn't pick up on my call back I assumed he had gone to bed. 

Then my phone rang at 7:20. 😂 He RAVED about the "Heat", their hard play and especially their camaraderie, which was an insight to me. (I didn't disabuse him with the "family" turmoil.) My Big Brother knows basketball, played it all of his life including in college. But he had never been to an NBA game, never had a favorite team (living in Western Pennsylvania all of his life) and never even watched the NBA on TV regularly. Yet, "I love this team and not just because of you!," he said, which filled me with pride and love. "We have this guy with a mask..." (Cody Zeller). I belly-laughed. "WE"! There have been several deep bonding moments in our time together recently and that was sure one of them. "When are they playing again?" he asked before we hung up. I told him Monday at 7:30 pm. "Well I probably won't make that but call me Monday to remind me. Maybe when I get awake at 9:30 or so I'll turn the TV on." Cue "Okay, I'm gonna cry" meme.