As a boy, I dreamed of playing in the NFL, and that dream became an obsession. I ate, drank, and slept football. I beat up my body with relentless overtraining and tortured my mind and spirit, believing that the only way to be happy was with a long, successful career in the NFL.

After I made a starting kicker at the University of Pittsburgh, I joined the NFL, signing with the Detroit Lions. But within six months, I was cut. The following year I landed a contract with the Indianapolis Colts. After three months, I was let go due to an injury. Next, I signed to the New York Jets. But after another injury, that team cut me too.

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