Sometimes, when it’s 11PM on the last day of the month and you’re one short of the three-entries-per month goal, you just post a bunch of old pictures of the person most related to you:
Meat Massacre June 2003. Facial hair is a very, very bad idea for me, but chef hats are an extraordinarily great idea.
At the Cavs game back in January 2009. Eat tacos, wear Anderson Varejao wigs, and protect your nuts.
Grand Canyon, April 2009. This photo was from the beginning of the hike, before the sun and the trail drained all energy from our bodies.
First of all, I was clearly better looking in 2003. Second of all, you’re my brother. Dude, wouldn’t choose anybody else.
Looking at a bunch of old pictures of the two of us really made me realize that we should both have a lot more vintage Cleveland sports shirts. Also, we do some very fun things and should definitely go to the Super Bowl before 2020.
Also, if you could choose between having me or Peyton Manning as your brother I wouldn’t be offended if you picked Peyton. That guy is all right, if you like 6’5″, 230 pound quarterbacks, laser, rocket arm.