It had been a long time since the three of them had been together without fighting, longer than anyone cared to count. They couldn't even watch a movie together without arguing over who got the "good" couch.
Something was different today, however, as they drove along the highway. They laughed and joked with each other, although with a hint of nervousness in their voices. Three immensely different men with only a few things in common, but what they had was something more important than music preferences or clothing styles. It was something that could never be taken away by anyone and would forever bond them in a love/hate relationship. They were brothers. Today they were going to see a game, but to them it was more than just a game. It was something they grew up with together. It was something they could all enjoy, without any petty bickering or silly quarrels. Their hometown basketball team was in the playoffs, and the three of them were going to cheer them on.
The team reminded them of their childhood. Listening to the warm voice of the radio announcer on a cold night with wood crackling in the fireplace. The happiness that was felt when the team won. The comradery and "we'll get em next time" feeling when they lost. Most importantly, it reminded them that they could be together without fighting. They were brothers to the bitter end, and basketball reminded them, albeit subconsciously, that they loved each other.