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We aren't the Harbaughs, but my brother and I still manage
Feb 1, 2013 - By Bruce Tippets, Sports Editor
Brotherly love has been hot topic this week during the hype that leads up to the Super Bowl.
For the first time in Super Bowl history, two brothers are the head coaches of the teams playing for the big prize.
Baltimore coach John Harbaugh and San Francisco 49ers coach Jim Harbaugh have guided their teams to the Super Bowl.
The two held a press conference on Friday morning, and it was interesting to see how the two are very different even if they are in the same line of work.
With that in mind, it got me thinking about my older brother Kevin Tippets.
We definitely aren't like the Harbaugh brothers at all. We have different things that we are passionate about.
I probably turned my brother away from football in the early 1980s. It happened in Laramie, and we were watching the Wyoming Cowboys play the BYU Cougars at War Memorial Stadium.
The game was played late in the season. It was not a warm day at all. Snow started to fall in Laramie in the first half. It became a full
snowstorm by halftime.
My father was with us, and we went out to the car to warm up, planning to go back and watch the rest of the game in person.
We never made it back into the stadium.
I was outvoted, and we left the game in the third quarter so we could make it back to Riverton before the roads closed.
I was not a happy camper at all. I acted like the typical younger brother and had a bad attitude the rest of the trip home.
I think that was the last time my brother went to a college football game with me in person.
When we made it to high school my brother was two years ahead of me. He was popular at Riverton High School and involved in student council. I was a shy sophomore and trying to make a name for myself on the football team. My brother didn't play football, but the senior players sure liked him. That was a plus for me.
It helped me get in with the upperclassmen. They even took it easy on me during the hitting drills because I was related to Kevin.
After my brother graduated from RHS, we went our different ways, but for the past nine years we have lived in the same town.
He was there for me three years ago when I was sick in the hospital at Salt Lake City and struggling to stay alive.
My mother told me that when I was in coma, Kevin would sit by my side and read the sports pages from the newspapers to me.
Last year, when I went to the hospital again, Kevin stayed for a long time to make sure I would make it into the emergency room. He visited me for five straight days when I was in intensive care to kept me motivated.
Two months later, my brother watched the Super Bowl with me for almost the entire game.
In October, Kevin was in the crowd when my Riverton Junior Football League team played for the championship.
We might not be like the typical set of brothers and hang out all the time together, but the main thing is when I'm in trouble, I know Kevin is at the top of the list of people I can count on.
Take time this weekend when two brothers are battling for the Super Bowl, to give your brother a call and chat with him for a couple of minutes.
We should never take our brothers for granted.