Basketball and Being Proud

I don't normally get along with my older brother. Some say we are too much alike while others say we are opposites, but either way there is always something that just sticks in my craw and between us. This morning at breakfast at the bagel place was different. It seemed that he was proud of me. I work for the media relations athletic section for my university, which means long hours but also an awesome seat at events. Normally i am at the end of the court on press row, the most recent game I was at center court with an important job-shot chart. It was pretty big, since i infiltrated a group of men that have been stating athletic games here for quite some time. Average age is probably pushing fifty, with a few exceptions. He was proud of me, that i had this job and could brag on me. He used to be envious of me and the things that i could do with ease. Maybe he has matured?