Andrew Pommier Brainfloss

I generally make it a practice to restrict any feelings of pride to things in which I played a role. I try not to feel proud, for example, that I’m a Canadian, I try not to feel proud of my ancestors, and I try not to feel proud that the Blue Jays won the World Series in two consecutive years. I’m not ashamed of these things, but I didn’t have anything to do with any of them. I was born in Canada, I didn’t have much say on that one; the actions of my great grandparents didn’t depend on my input; and the Blue Jays depended entirely on the members of their own organization – including an expert coaching staff and a talented group of players (with the exception of Kelly Gruber).

This policy of mine does, however, does have one exception: I am proud that Andrew Pommier is my big brother. I know I didn’t have anything to do with it, but I’m proud nevertheless. My brother has shaped my life in immeasurable ways. Everything I’m into is probably due to his influence in one way or another. We don’t have the typical brotherly relationship, and for that I’m thankful.

He didn’t beat me up or complain when I tagged along. We were never in competition for the love of our parents. Instead, we hung out, skated together, and went on road trips. I feel sorry for you that you don’t have Andrew as a brother, he’s the best. The unfortunate fact of the matter is there’s only one of him, and although all of the variables were well out of my hands, I’m proud he’s my bother. – Scott “Dogboy” Pommier