The conversation started innocently enough, what you might call a light dose of brother bonding. It was only a few hours after the Houston Astros had eliminated the Yankees and earned the right to play the Washington Nationals in the World Series.
"Well, at least I've got somebody to root for," said John, youngest of my four brothers, all of whom qualified as strong baseball enthusiasts. "What do you mean?" I asked, innocently enough, knowing exactly where the conversation was headed (call it big bro intuition).
"Well, I sure wouldn't root for the Yankees, and why would I root for the Nationals?" he said.
