In honor of Byrinsky

(This post isn’t about running; it’s about my brother so if you’re not into it, I understand: he’s not your brother.  But I’ll sell him for $10 and a cup of coffee.  So if you’re bored, quit crying and go read something else)

My older brother Byron says that I never take pictures of him or post about him; it’s not that I hate him that much, it’s just that he doesn’t like his picture taken.  He always tells me to stop when I try to celebstalk him so why bother, right?

But I want to show him how much I don’t listen to him, uh, I mean, love him so this post is dedicated entirely to him.

Byron and I share the same birthday – yes, we’re 3 year apart twins.   My poor mom was pregnant for about 27 months.

On a side note, our birthdate is also my grandparent’s anniversary, December 17th.  My parents and JayMcGruber and I also share the same anniversary, March 16th.  Byron and Niki’s anniversary is one week later than my little brother Matt’s, September 17th and 10th.  Matt probably should have had his wedding a week later just to complete the circle of crazy.

Anyways, Byron’s a really hard worker.  He says he has to go “check the oil” in the engine room, but I inadvertently find him in my stateroom reading books on his ipad.  A classic trick he must have learned from me.

“Hey, I should check SR!  Sure wish I was as cool as her.”

He’s really great at showcasing his assets and really putting his best side forward…

He’s an incredibly perceptive guy.  For example, whenever I pull out the camera around him, he instinctively knows to start glaring.

Byron’s pretty smart; he’s one of the few commercial fishermen who has a business degree.  But he’s not just a mathlete, he’s an athlete.  He even played baseball in college. 

Nowadays, he mostly sticks to losing money on football bets and throwing the occasional golf club in the water hazards.

Byron’s a modern renaissance man, into the arts as much as sports.  For example, he’s great at theatre acting and plays ‘angry’ so well. 

It’s almost cute when he tries to act tough and throw a hissy fit because inevitably this happens…

Must be all that Method Acting.

He also plays a mean gangsta role… WESTSIDE.  Which gang wears black?  I know there’s red and blue but maybe Byron’s starting his own thing where a black bandana means to step down.

One of the best things about Byron, besides his sister, is his little adorable family.  I’m not 100% sure they’re actually his, but I’ll go with it for now.

On a serious note, this picture could make me cry.  This was the night we left for Alaska, and Byron was saying goodbye to K who was crying for his daddy to stay:

But seriously, how cute are these kids?!

Big K, are you wearing lipstick again??  I told you only gloss, no lipstick.

The classic no pants, play with your junk pose.

I know everyone thinks their own kids are so perfect they poop diamonds, but this could be my all time favorite picture of the Button: (and yes, he was pooping a diamond here, I’m wearing it right now in a necklace)

This one’s not bad either… so thug.

Anyways, being such a smart, modern man, Byron knows that showing a little leg and bringing the sexy will really make this post popular. And possibly make us all throw up…  including Niki.

Love ya Broseidon, King of the Ocean.

Tagged as: alaska, Big K, family, fishing, pictures, the button