My idiot brother turns 36 years old today. Six years is all that separates the two Bowler brothers. But it's actually quite amazing how big a difference that six years can make. The fact that I have an infinite amount more of natural athletic ability, I'm a thousand times more handsome, our nieces like me way better, and our dog Cassie (RIP) always seemed to favor me . Hell even his own son will probably love me more. It's hard to figure out how it's all possible.
I have to imagine being the 2nd best Bowler brother is a difficult job to take on every single day. I never have nor will I ever know in the future how that feels, but I just know it has to be tough. For that I give you a ton of credit.
Mom and Dad may say they love us all equally, but that's like saying someone feels the same way about Hamburger Helper and Filet Mignon.
Not that I'm comparing you to hamburger helper, maybe just tuna noodle casserole.
So in conclusion, you degenerate....Your genius, humor and future as one of the world's all-time greatest dads make you one of the best people to ever walk the earth. And of course your affinity for gin, Swenson's, Cleveland sports, Bob Dylan, ribs, and the story of Rock McGraw and Stabbone make you my brother.