Baseball Creates a Bonding Between Brothers Unlike Any Other Game

Curt HoggCorrespondent IIApril 21, 2009

I'm going to be quite hones; typically, my little brother and I don't get along. We argue, we wrestle (which is pointless because I always end up as the victor), we steal each other's possessions, and most other common actions between brothers.

But when it comes to baseball, we get along like best friends.

My little brother Brian, 8, is six years younger than me. Ever since he was a little toddler, he watched my older brother and me play baseball in our backyard. He would come into the living room and watch the baseball game on television with us.

From an early age, he showed an interest in baseball.

As the years passed, my love of the game grew and grew. I kept score of my first game as a second grader in 2003. I followed the team closely for the first time in 2004 and bought my first player t-shirts with my own money in 2005 (Ben Sheets and Geoff Jenkins).

Not only did I gain interest in Major League Baseball, but in Little League Baseball, as well.

In my first year of organized ball, Brian went to my first game and didn't miss one for the rest of the season. He saw my first home run and congratulated me in the dugout after I took my helmet off and finished high-fiving my teammates.

He gained interest in baseball along with me, and I felt that it was my obligation to keep him in love with the glorious game.

We played catch about three or four times a week when he was just four and I would help him hit off of a tee.

He began to join my father and me in watching Brewers games. We made sure he grew up as a Brewers fan and we were successful in doing so.

It was a tale of two brothers. When not doing something involving baseball, we were typical brothers. When we did something involving baseball, a close bond was created.

Summer is full of baseball for us; we play catch, we hit wiffle balls in the backyard, we watch baseball, and he learned how to read a box score last summer.

As the older brother, I am trying to teach him the ways of the game. Along with my father, we taught Brian how to hit, field, and throw correctly. Watching him begin to master those skills is a wonderful sight to see.

I remember being at Brian's first Major League game that he would remember. It was a 2004 game against the Houston Astros. The Brewers lost with Ben Sheets on the bump, but Brian's expression when he first saw the stadium was priceless, especially for an older brother.

No other sport can bring a feeling like that. None.

Baseball creates a one-of-a-kind bond between fathers and sons, brothers and siblings, friends and friends.

At Brian's baseball practice last Saturday morning, during fielding practice, he was playing first base. The coach hit the ball sharply (for his league, at least) down the line. Brian ranged to his left, dropped to his knees, lunged at the ball, and picked it up before running to tag first base for the out.

But what he said next was the greatest thing an older brother could hear from his little baseball-playing brother.

In response to the coaches, including me, praising his play, he smiled and said, "Just like my big brother does it."

What a great feeling that only baseball can bring.