Sometimes you just want to kick things. My parents told me I shouldn’t kick people’s heads so I started kicking the next best thing: a soccer ball.

Then one day, for no particular reason, I decided to go for a little run. So I ran to the end of the road. And when I got there, I thought maybe I’d run to the end of town. And when I got there, I thought maybe I’d just run across Greenbow County. And I figured, since I run this far, maybe I’d just run across the great state of Alabama.

All that running and the strong desire to kick shit, made me a killer soccer guy.