The nerves were heightened during the pre-battle preparation. “I have to win,” Brian stated resolutely, a solitary bead of sweat accompanying each practice swing. The competition was to begin in minutes. Brian finalized his strategy, whispering self-motivating chants to himself, throwing air punches in true boxer fashion. “Brian,” I said. “You’ve prepared for this. You know you’re ready.” We exchanged a glance of agreement and, suddenly, the sound of a door rattled the room and four footsteps followed. Without any delay, the game began. Brian and his opponent, Daniel, took their places on opposite sides of the course. I bit my nails on the sideline, watching in fear of the outcome. There can only be one winner. Would the bond between these siblings be…