superbowl brings back memories

my oldest brother's life long dream to be the best football player ever and play in the superbowl
was never to be when his life was given a different path-one he tried so hard to get off of --the bumpy road filled with many pot holes and detours, curves and hills to climb. he sank to the lowest level that any person i have ever known has been down, and with him he drug his marriage, his parents, many close friends and even his brother and sisters. he could never accept the rejection he experienced and the rejection he perceived as a personal failure, one he could not overcome. his life ended when the game ended, when he could not play football any longer on a competitive level. he did not want to live the life with out the team, without being known for his accomplishments. his records were broken his spirit was broken he was broken, and so was his heart. when he died @ 37 years old from the effects and toll that alcohol had on his body, he was once again free from all the things that were his personal demons. he once told me how wonderful the adrenalin hush was hearing the national anthem song just before the referee's whistle for the kick to start the game. i am thinking of him today, and believing that some where he is playing his own bowl game.