My brother Chris and I are seven years difference in age. When we were younger, I would go and watch him play sports. He loved sports but he had bad feet. I always enjoyed this time watching him. He was the coolest big brother.
It all started back when my brother was about 12 or 13 years old. He worked for the Redhawks as a bat-boy. Little did he know, six years later he was presented with an opportunity that would open up and start a career. He was asked to be assistant clubhouse manager for the Fargo-Moorhead Redhawks. After seven years,