Poor Big Brown

For those who don't know, Philip grew up in Hawaii, right across from the temple in Laie. He was that little brown boy that was probably with his brothers swimming in the temple fountain while you and your fam were trying to get pictures.

Bare feet, body surfer, pigeon talking, deep ocean swimming little boy.

He then moved to Arizona. Hot, desert, cactus, and scorpions. MILES away from snow!

Well, this weekend, he decided to try snow skiing for the first time. I'm not sure why it freaked me out. Maybe it was because of his experience of the 3 ACL surgeries in the same knee. Or maybe it was because of his strenuous foot surgery. Or many concussions.

I called him around noon.

"How's it going babe?"

"Awesome! I'm totally dominating the bunny hill!"

How harmless could it be, right?

The next thing I know, I receive a picture taken from my brother Jeff's iPhone with Philip in a frickin' body bag.


Now that I know that he's alive, I can't help but look at this picture and laugh my head off. Turns out that he ended up getting a little too confident on the "big boy" hill and decided to go super duper fast. With the packed Boise ice, I mean snow, it just so happens that he tumbled for a few hundred feet. Legs, skiis, arms, flying everywhere. The man might as well been on concrete.

He just layed there. My brother Jeff flying down to rescue him says, "Dear Big Brown, what on earth happened?"

"I've got a mild concussion and a shoulder separation." says Philip.

Sure enough, that's what the doctor prescribed. I guess the years of injuries on the football field has paid off.

Jeff caught a pic of him being carried away with a big smile on his face. And with the drugs the doc prescribed, he's looked this way ever since. Happy and high.


In celebration of Philip's life along with the Cardinals making it to the big game, we managed to throw a big fat Super Bowl party at our new place.

That's right, we're officially adults now. Kind of.

Hope you all had a safe weekend, free of body bags.