It'd been a real long time since I'd been pinned down and made to cry uncle by an older brother. But two weeks ago this was me, crying like a ninny: "I love George W. Bush! He's a great, great man," I shouted over the phone. "I've always loved him. And Dick Cheney, too."
Unlike the days of our youth, my brother Jim didn't have me literally pinned to a horizontal surface of his choice. But I was definitely feeling the hurt. Somehow he had secured an invitation to the White House for the reception last Wednesday of the 2007 World Series Champion Red Sox. He had called me to brag. I suspect he garnered the invitation through some unholy activity, like selling cookies door to door for the RNC.