By the time I was 8 years old, sports had pretty much taken over my life.
We're all pretty ordinary on paper.
I wanted to marry a girl just like my mom.
My father was a sergeant with the Connecticut state police. My mother was a hairstylist.
I spent two weeks prancing around a studio in Queens in my underwear with nine other guys. They were long days. But what the hell, it was Calvin Klein.
Thank God for little miracles, right?