Well done, bro ...

Have to take a moment and give a big shout-out to my brother, Michael. His friends call his Soup (because, you know, our last name is Campbell), some people call him Mike, but he's always going to be Michael to me. I like the full names.

2009 has been a big year so far for Michael. He turned 21 last November, so he's treating his liver like any normal 21-year-old guy should. He has been to a casino a couple times, but he's been a fool and played roulette too much and has not quite figured out the machinations of the table games, but I'll set him straight eventually. He bagged fool-heartedly missed the guys' annual Vegas trip in the winter by scheduling a trip to Florida, so he's still got some priorities to figure out. He has himself a steady job. He moved into a new house where his room is larger than a PODS bin, so that is a plus. He isn't begging my mom for money every hour, so that alone makes her happy. As I said, it's been a big year so far.

Sure he's my little brother, but that is by title and not definition. If we were playing football he'd be a running back while I would be ... well ... probably the towel boy. He even recently told me that he quit smoking, which was just awesome to hear, and means that he has an even better chance to whipping my ass. He's also taking the plunge and joining my group's fantasy football league. It's a serious league and it's his first foray into FFL, so he has to represent the Campbell name well (I already do my part, winning the league last year).

Last week he even stepped up and did something I would not have expected ... he sent me a present without telling me. He's all grows up. And not just any gift, but a personally autographed copy of Calipari's new book. I'm not sure what kind of wisdom this book will possess, but now I have memorabilia if/when he loses the UK job for buying an airplane for a recruit. So well done, bro ... keep up the good work.