Growing up as a kid my father was British and a soccer player. His idol was a guy that passed the ball a lot, Stanley Matthews. Our family thought if you could be unselfish your teammates would always like you.

You eat and sleep it all day long and play on the streets until mom calls you in. My story is no different than anybody else's.

I was 19 years old, pumping gas and going nowhere. I was kind of a high school dropout at that point because I had left school to play hockey, but no one drafted me.

I grew up trying to play for the Toronto Maple Leafs, not Team Canada. Didn't even know it existed.

I went to the Hall of Fame with my dad. I can't say I really remember too much about it.

Growing up as a kid my father was British and a soccer player. His idol was a guy that passed the ball a lot, Stanley Matthews. Our family thought if you could be unselfish your teammates would always like you.

I was a punk. I think that's why I'm such a good person now, because I was such a bad guy then.