My younger sister, my older brother and I
I’ve had two job interviews this week for co-ops that are within the world of sports. On both occasions the question came up: “How did you get interested in sports?”
To each question I almost didn’t need to speak more than a sentence before getting a reaction. I started, “Well, I have an older brother,” which garnered the response “Enough said!” from one interviewer. From there I had to tell the rest of my tale.
Honestly it is my older brother that made me the sports obsessed gal that I am. Sometimes I wonder how it happened but it is truly all due in part to him and his always getting what he wanted.
Growing up I was involved in sports — softball and basketball — but neither of my parents were coaches or really involved. They did come to most if not all of my games. My brother on the other hand, had my dad as a baseball coach. This meant that there was borderline no excuse to go to my brothers games. I didn’t really care, I was little so my sister and I would go collect rocks or convince my mom to buy us slush through out the games.
From being in the environment so much it did draw a bit of an interest for me to join in my brother and my dad when they’d watch baseball. Both were eager to point out what was happening in the game so I’d understand. My brother played football too as well as basketball but never hockey (which is ironic).
In terms of my brother getting what he wanted, he was kind of a brat when sports were on television. My old house had one big TV that we all watched and if hockey was on or baseball were on, I had no chance in watching some cartoon I wanted to. But in the end I’d end up watching the game with barely any idea as to what was happening.
This fully continued more recently. My parents divorced when I was 7 and my brother went to live with my dad shortly thereafter so sports disappeared for a while. I had a brief love affair with the Boston Celtics and, like everyone else on the East Coast, the Red Sox. It wasn’t until I was 16 with my own car that I started hanging out with my dad and brother on the regular at my dad’s house a town away. That’s when hockey returned to my life.
My brother quit sports in high school and focused on skateboarding because he thought he was awful at all other sports. I showed a bit of interest in the Bruins when my brother and I would watch it together. Now he would explain in depth to me what was happening, who the players were and why I just need to hate the Montreal Canadiens. Around this time I was slowly falling in love with the Bruins I went to my first game.
Best. Day. Ever. I’d gotten my first ever paycheck from my first job two days prior and was at the mall buying my first pair of UGG boots when my brother called my cell phone. No one ever called me so it was a shock that one, I had my phone with me and two, that it was my brother calling me. My brother was real excited, “Hey do you wanna go to the Bruins game with me and dad tonight?”
That was all. We didn’t even have tickets. My dad got scalped club seats outside. Bruins vs. Sabres, November 10th 2007. I remember being so shocked they won. It was such a blast.
I didn’t get to another game until the notorious Dallas Stars game on November 1st, 2008. That is what did it for me. Between the first and second period I had already dubbed Patrice Bergeron my favorite player and begged my dad to buy me his t-shirt. From there forth, I was either beside my brother at my dad’s watching games or my brother came to me.
It just became so awesome spending that time with my brother and my dad. The Bruins really helped my brother and I develop a close relationship. So as it turns out, without my brother, I might not care one bit about my biggest passion today.