even when it wasn’t, people would point to his little brother Andrew in the stands, studying the game like an eager hawk, and they’d mumble He’s the one. He’s going to be special. I always loved this part the most, even if the mythology of the always-emerging younger sibling didn’t come to fruition every time (though, admittedly, it did bear fruit more times than not). I simply liked knowing that there was someone else arriving behind the someone I already knew.
