I passed this brother on my way into the Everett and Jones Barbecue restaurant on MacArthur Blvd. It was the night of the third game in the World Series, and I couldn’t tell what was making him smile more, the fact that the Giants had pulled ahead or the delicious bag of take-out barbecue in his arms. I was smiling too, but not because of the Giants. I was happy for their victory and all, but a baseball game can’t hold a candle to Everett and Jones hot links. Their greens aren’t too bad either.