Nine Months in Rochester

Where I ended up after high school when I realized the only thing, I could do well was throw a football

In my post high school prime. I should’ve had some tattoos.

I grew up in a small city in Wisconsin and attended small, parochial grade school and high school. When I was in high school from ‘98-’01, if a student didn’t show interest in becoming a pastor or teacher, the staff didn’t really know what to do. I…