 I was a soccer player, okay, so I played a lot of soccer, I had probably 10 times more schools interested in me for soccer than I did for football. First time I ever kicked a ball though, I kicked like a 60 yard field goal. So a month before signing that, I get a phone call from a guy in Florida. I answer the phone. We look up the price for the camp with the flight to Miami, with a hotel, it would end up being like it would have been like 1500 bucks or something like that. That was back in the time when the World Series of poker was really popping off. We all thought we were poker experts. We had games in garages, kitchens. There was a larger game at this Italian restaurant that I knew about. I hit a jacks full of nines, full house early in a rather big pot. I ended up walking out there with 1400 bucks. My dad, mom, spot the other 100 bucks. I fly down to this kicking camp. They didn't let me kick it all. So I call my dad that night. My dad basically like, yeah, no, you know, like this is, you got hustled basically, enjoy Miami or whatever. And then the last day, my flights at one, like 40 minutes away, they say my name, I'm kicking. I go, is there any way I can kick first? So I hit every kick hit from 50, 55, 60, 65, miss 70 wide right next morning. I'm hanging out. West Virginia coach walks in from the cafeteria behind me and he's holding the trophy that I had won because I won the contest, I guess. Congrats to me. And then he immediately told me they wouldn't want to offer me a scholarship to West Virginia when I was like, let's go, let's go. So I ended up at West Virginia and that's kind of, that's like the story of my life though. I just get incredibly lucky at the most ridiculous times and it's a pretty cool thing.