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Friday, August 29, 2014

Celebrate the Small Things: Stadium Scott

It's another Friday to Celebrate the Small Things.

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Toady is my baby brother's  birthday. So I'm celebrating it in my own little way. In six years, he'll be fifty. MwaMwaMwa-a-ha! I might be the first to reach it. But it's coming his way. SOON!

The next six years will fly like light years in space. (just letting you know, baby brother) Fifty will be knocking on his door in less than a blink of an eye. Forty came rather quickly and it left the same. As did the years between then and now.

Even though I'm reaching a geriatric state doesn't mean I've forgotten anything about my little brother. Like:

* His very first sentence. He was close to four before he began to speak in coherent sentences other than grunts and moans and pointing to various things he wanted. One night at the dinner table, he spoke, "How do you spell relief, R-O-L-A-I-D-S!" It was a miracle to say the least. And he hasn't shut up since.

* The day he decided to put Legos in his nose and he sucked back. There is still at least one stuck in his brain canal somewhere.

* How he would scream whenever saw the doctor or the barber.

*How mom made him wear a football helmet because of his head-banging tantrums.

* How neat he kept his bedroom and organized his Hot Wheels and Star Wars figures. He's very OCD unlike his sister here.

*  He sucked his thumb until he was 11. My boyfriend at the time thought it cool to drive around the block one day and tell the neighbors via a PA system. My brother met him at the door that day with his plastic ball bat.

* His first hickey. He stubbed his toe over it when I pointed it out to him.

* How he'd lick his index finger and checked to see which way the wind was blowing before stepping outside. He didn't want his perfectly parted and feathered hair blown into oblivion. He did his best to protect it, turning this way and that while he shielded it with his hands, dodging wind while he made his way to the car.

* And the time he laid on his bed crying when Mother Rose came to visit my sister. He was horrified at 11, that he would be next to receive a visit from her.

Since then, he's grown up and has made a special place for himself in a football stadium. The home of the Buccaneers. He's been a diehard fan forever. He's been to every game since 1992 (I don't understand because the team really sucks). But he has bought a pass every season despite it, every year. ***rolling my eyes***

 Picture by Tyler Bradford, my nephew.

Football has been his life. He played it in high school, coached his son's games, and has scheduled his life around every game. Seriously! Replicas of his favorite team members sit on a shrine in the form of bobble-heads in his family room. And no one touches it!

He's known as Stadium Scott. His seat is right below the pirate ship in section 147, row Y. He holds seats 17 and 18. These are his seats. No one else gets them.

My brother believes football is a great team sport. It teaches one to be a team player. If one player misses his assigned play it throws the whole game off.

One of his favorite things to do while at the games is to raz the opposition fans by making fun of their FAT CHEERLEADERS. In which he told me, didn't exist. So does that make them INVISIBLE OR IMAGINARY CHEERLEADERS? ***scratching my head***

As you can probably tell, I don't do football. Eating worms and bugs seems much more appealing to me than watching any football game. If I get the last fifteen minutes of any game, that's good enough for me. But I wanted to celebrate my brother, Stadium Scott's birthday. And if anyone visits the Tampa Bay Buccaneer games, say hi and wish him a happy birthday. Hey! Is there a game this weekend? ***shrugging****

I hope everyone has a chocolate-filled weekend. Happy Shabbats if you practice!

Hugs and chocolate, all!
Shelly









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28 comments:

  1. Your brother is going to kill you. With a plastic baseball bat no less. Happy birthday to him. And yes dude, fifty is coming...

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  2. Ouch. When I turned thirty, no big deal. Forty, no big deal. Even fifty,no biggie. But sixty...now that really hurt! Not only have my parents and most of my friends' parents passed away, a number of my friends are also gone now. The names in the obits are a little too familiar....

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    1. Norma: I cried when I turned 35. But since, I'm good. Age happens as do gray hairs.

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  3. Happy Birthday to your Baby Brother! Have a great weekend!

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  4. Happy birthday to your brother. Oh, yes, those few years will pass by and he'll be wondering where they went!

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    1. I can't get over how fast time is going. I can't tell you where the last 10 years have gone.

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  6. Happy Birthday to your brother.

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  7. It sounds like you two get along well. Happy Birthday to him!

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    1. Yes. We do. I think my dad threatened him growing up.

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  8. If he has any of those Leggo pieces left, he might just introduce your nose to one.

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    1. Roger, I love my brother but not enough to share my boogers or receive his.

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  9. Happy birthday to your brother, oh yes, those years do fly!

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  10. What a great tribute to your baby bro! You had me laughing, especially about him not talking until age 4! Both my boys were way beyond 2 before they spoke and I thought something was wrong with them!

    Happy Birthday, Stadium Scott!

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    1. The night he spoke was awesome! My dad spit out his food and his fork clanked against the plate.

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  11. Your brother knows you love him ! (right ?)
    hahahahaha....
    Happy Birthday and Let There Be Cake !

    cheers, parsnip

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  12. I love that you celebrated your little brother! So sweet that you guys have such a great connection! I love my little bro and can't help mentioning him from time to time on my blog too :)

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  13. Very happy birthday to your little brother Shelly, sounds like you two have a cool relationship there.. I have two sisters and often wonder what it would have been like to have a brother!

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    1. My brother was the coolest ever. Still is.

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  14. I suddenly remember my little bro. How sweet of you to post this for your brother's bday.

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