Wednesday, February 04, 2009

I am quite sure I have mentioned this before, but it is worth repeating: I am extremely competitive (shout out to my lady and her mother, who I had the pleasure of beating last night in Scrabble). I compete with my co-workers, I compete with other blogs, I am in competition with other sportswriters to a lesser degree, I just look for any reason to make normally uncompetitive things into competitions, ofter unbeknownst to the person I am allegedly competing against. But there is one person on this Earth who brings it out of me (that's what she said) in a special kind of way, and that is my younger brother Jamal.

It is safe to say that we have been competing in some shape or fashion for a good 26-27 years now, since he was 4, and I was 7. We have played basketball (I beat your ass last summer man), soccer, electronic games, Nintendo (he beat me in Double Dribble, and I ripped the game out of the wall), table tennis, real fights, and all of that. I am quite sure that all siblings have some sort of rivalry, but of course I am going to hype mine up a little more because I believe in extreme hyperbole...I digress.

As we've gotten older, this competitiveness had died down substantially. He's gotten married with child, I am on the verge, we weigh a little more and real life has kicked in, which tends to put things and life in general in perspective. Until I beat his ass in basketball this past summer, we really had not been put in the position to go against one another..until the started that goddamn blog a little while ago.

Ever since he started blogging, I have been toeing the line between being happy that he is finally writing, to wanting to throw virtual eggs and toilet paper all over that blog in protest. Don't get me wrong, he is a good writer, he has good stories to tell, and the more comfortable he gets in that blog format, the better he will be. I am 100% sure of that. But still, I find myself wanting to crush his monkey ass like a jellybean. Is this immature? You bet your sweet ass it is. But its how I feel. And to add insult to injury, my brother has no such animosity towards me. He just writes his blog, then reads mine, says nice things, and goes on his merry way.

He's so smug.

Anyway, I know this doesn't fit the rest of what I just wrote, but I saw 3 people this morning with umbrella, and it was only snowing. What the hell is that? You wear a hat, scarf and gloves, and let the snow hit you. But an umbrella? Really?

Summer Soft - Stevie Wonder


Miss. Lady said...

Ahhh funny you would comment about the umbrella usage in the snow. My sister called me bourgie yesterday (like I don't already know this) because I broke out an umbrella in the snow.

I don't know what any one else's rationale is but here is mine. I need protection for my hair. As much as I pay to get my hair done I don't need for it to be messed up by wearing no hat, nor snow. Snow melts when it settles, which is water coupled with almost time for a relaxer means $95 down the drain (I just got the hair done) and bad hair days to come until I can to the salon.

I'd rather walk around with an umbrella than walk around looking like Bushwick Bill in the end.

Oh and your little brother reminds me a lot of you in his writing. His blog is addictive just like yours... ok I am not doing much with keeping it non competitive, am I?

rashad said...

Miss Lady,
I sincerely hope that there is no kind of weather that leaves you looking like anything that resembles Bushwick Bill. If that's the case, we can't be friends anymore, and you will be banned from commenting.

Miss. Lady said...

Oh Rashad I would never let that happen...

Anonymous said...

lol @ this entry and the comments...

£ said...

see...i get competitive about random stuff, not stuff you should be competitive about(excelling in school, or you know - an actual race).... instead, for example, i'll be in competition (in my head) with people when I'm at the atm. They have no idea that my feverish keying in the numbers is because they've been unwittingly engaged in an atm withdrawal tournament.

but yeah...shame on you for being all competitive w/your bro here in blog land. Is there not room for all of us? Are we not men?

(now if you excuse me i'll be heading over to his blog to see if I can rabble rouse...and get this dan and dave-esque thing on and poppin. lol)

£ said...

oh and I am the scrabble champ son. you don't want none o' this. whatchu know about quixotic on a triple word score?