Of all the things I don't understand, this is what I don't understand the most

My rooting interest in college football has nothing to do with my feelings about what I am about to write.  If it did, I would actually be writing about the infractions that big game bob seems to be letting slide by nowadays.  Look up what's been going on at ou recently involving multiple guys thinking it's ok to punch women in the face.  It's not just Joe Mixon, by the way.  The crap that has happened at Baylor has disturbed my soul. Art Brile's son, Kendall, just got hired as the offensive coordinator at Florida Atlantic.  While that is not a big time job, Lane Kiffin has stated that Kendall and Kendall's dad will have a pretty big role in his program.  Kendall is in Atlanta as we speak helping Lane put his staff together.  Kendall was the recruiter of the year in the Big 12 in 2014.  If you don't think that Kendall was complicit in covering up multiple rapes that occurred under the Briles regime, I'll give you every dollar I have.  What I really don't understand, is how that NCAA has done NOTHING to punish anyone involved.  NOTHING.  In the meantime, the NCAA has punished any number of players and programs for things that most agree they should not be punished for.  If anyone deserves punishment, it's the entire coaching staff at Baylor football.  They should at the very least not be able to have new jobs for a year.  I really don't get it.  I'm just going to go ahead and set my google alert for Florida Atlantic in two years with the key words being, rape, cover up, Kendall Briles.  I really hope it doesn't happen again.  It happened at Baylor, a southern Baptist school. Why would I think that it would be different at florida atlantic, which historically is where the kids that can't quite get in to FSU or Miami, which says a lot. 

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The best therapy for me throughout my life has been to write things down.  There's no question today, I am missing my brother.  When  Josh passed away on November 6th, I knew that Christmas was going to feel a little different.  There were always a number of conversations we would have about what we're each getting our parents.  We would talk about what we each wanted.  He would ask what he should get the boys and Christa.  Those conversations obviously aren't happening.  I had a dream about Josh last night.  I don't remember specifics, but it was good to have him pop up last night. 

 In my eulogy,  I said that I could've kept on telling stories about our relationship.  On occasion, I'll post those here when they pop up.  It's good to remember.  My relationship with Josh involved driving quite a bit.  I don't know why.  As soon as I was able to drive, my parents had me running Josh around town.  Maybe that's what it is.  I started driving us to church on off nights when I was 15.  Not close to 16 even.  15.  Once I did get my license, I immediately received my first speeding ticket.  I don't even think I had my license for a week when I got pulled over for the first time.  Joshua was with me.  Josh loved selling me out to my parents, so I knew I would just have to take my medicine.  I knew they wouldn't pay the fine for me. That would be on me.  Josh and I were driving  down Standpipe Road at night.  I was going a little faster than I should've been.  I saw the cop light me up.  Josh said, "turn down this street, maybe he won't see you do it."  I took Joshua's sage advice and turned down the little side street.  The cop saw it.  He came to the car and saw a frightened, mulletted, 16 year old me.  He said to me, "do you know that I could write a ticket for a eluding and evading a police officer?"  I said, "no pig" and sped off.  Kidding.  I said, "no sir, I'm sorry, please don't take me to jail."  He just wrote the speeding ticket and warned to just pull over next time.  That's the moment I knew that I would never take Josh's advice again.  Kidding about that too.  As soon as we got home, Joshua uttered the words that he loved saying the most.  "MOM, guess what Jarod did."
As said earlier, there was no quarter given that day.  My parents made me take care of the ticket myself. 

I heard something the other day that reminded me of Josh.  It was some kids arguing about who was their parent's favorite kid.  Josh and I argued about that for all our lives.  It was never serious, but we always pointed out the examples of who was the favorite and why. It made me sad that we won't get to keep arguing about that anymore.  It has been settled once and for all.  I am the favorite. 

I love you Josh.  I'm going to keep writing about you. And keep thinking about you. I miss you.  A lot.