We carried you for 40 years. We were an actual big brother. You aspired to be us, and we were there to pick you up and drag you along. We could have hung out with the “cool” kids, but opted to spend time with you.

And like all little brothers dream of...you went to the gym, you got big, you roided up, and as soon as you got a little attention you forgot who helped you, who held your hand while you were growing up, who you have to thank.

You can’t see it yet. But we all k ow how this story ends. And it is with big brother back on top. Not this week, not next year, but soon.