Champ/Sport RIP

My friend died (ggm).  Although I’m not sure that the word “friend” encompasses what he meant to me.  It just doesn’t seem special enough.  best football buddy, best banter buddy, best science talking/book reading/smart ppl stuff conversationalist buddy, confidante, best slumber party buddy, best call each other in the middle of the night to bullshit buddy, best send random texts to in the middle of the day buddy, best inside joke buddy, best food feeder buddy and then there was the emotional depth/honesty and secret telling stuff.  I could never have given him half of what he brought to me…and 100 times per day i find myself completely lost triggered by things as silly as hearing Footloose on the radio or wanting to send a text about Jeff Fisher.   What was rare was the number of different interests we had in common and the number of “roles” he filled.  I would have to find at least 15 other ppl to bring at least one element of what he brought.  We could talk about lasers, economics, comedy, books, infomercials, football..so many things and i’ve never had a friend so well rounded on such a variety of the same interests.  I am sad and will soon have to stop sleeping with your jersey because your scent is almost gone.  ugh i don’t know.  it’s late.  i’m sad and when i used to be sad at midnight it was you i called.  also grateful that our friendship was a sober/present one.  and i’m mad at you for leaving me here without you.