My Journey

It's what every kid dreams of. Hopping on a plane to fly across the world in the search of a pro contract. I had just turned 18 years old and with two months left of high-school, I went for it.

At this point in time, I've returned from Greece. I had a month left of highschool, and then I was done. 18 years old and free to leave. That's what I always wanted. Get my deal playing somewhere in Europe. Anywhere, I didn't care. As long as it was in Europe, and it was professional, I was a go.

Growing up, I wasn't the naturally lean kid. I carried a bit of extra weight around the belly and always a little nervous to have my shirt off around others. Even though I was what you'd call athletic, I don't think I was truly healthy. My parents told me don't worry about it, it'll go away as you get older, It's just baby fat, but it never did.

Looking back, with the knowledge I possess now, this first injury set the stage for so many years of debilitating injuries, niggling pain, and overall lackluster athletic development.

After recovering from my first foot injury (or so I thought), I lacked the effortless speed and bounce I had before. I was transitioning to a slow player. By no means a bad player, but I couldn't easily go past people like I could before. Before, I was always the guy everyone was afraid to go into a tackle with or run against.