Mobile Minutes: #Shock2Dallas Part VI


I arrived home around midnight last night, coming in from Dallas.

I can’t express with words how nice it was waking up next to my wife.

Also a shower and haircut was nice…


She's beautiful without even trying.


I needed a trim...


Mobile Minutes: #Shock2Dallas Part II

Absolute whirlwind of a day!

Woke up at 3:00 AM
Drove to Kansas City
Drove to Dallas, Texas
Went from 24 degrees to 73 degrees [it’s so nice here]
Ate Whataburger [twice]
Epic women’s soccer match

Credit: I stole this from the Kansas City Shock

Credit: I stole this from the Kansas City Shock

…and that was all in a days work.

I’m wiped out for the night.


Mobile Minutes: I-35, Sunrises, and Pancakes

Today, I’d like to try to avoid the ‘soccer topic’ and focus on something that is far more important to me [plus, it is Valentine’s Day].

Does anyone else take a step back and reflect on what they were doing this time a year ago? Two years ago? Three?

Personally, for the sake of ‘warm fuzzies’ I think back to what was nearly one year ago to the day.

After being recently divorced and extremely bitter, I found someone of equal bitterness [for different reasons] in the city that I had relocated to. She made coffee for a living, and was struggling in her early college years. I quite literally tormented her during her breaks at Starbucks because realistically she was one of the closest things I could call a friend at the time [and most of the time her face was deep in a cell phone sending texts to someone about something].

As time progressed, I started to realize that I had literally no one to hang out with. My friends were married, dating, had grown up, or were just too busy. My parents were…well…my parents, and I was still trying to figure out the vital importance and position of finding my way to MoVal for church. In many ways, I really, really needed some sort of companionship…friendship…anything…

This month, last year, I had a unique opportunity to go to Dallas, Texas for the first time in my life. Why? Yes, a soccer game. I wanted to go, I could go, I had the ability to, but I had no one to go with. Driving to Dallas from Kansas City and back again alone is not ideal. That’s why I went to random, coffee loving barista and asked her the most random thought I had, had for years:

Want to go watch a soccer game in Dallas this weekend with me?

Incredibly [and kind of creepy] she accepted the invitation and partook in a random journey that took us across the state of Kansas, to an amazing sunrise in the barren land that is Oklahoma, and into Texas…where we fell asleep at a rest station on I-35 after driving non-stop. We discovered Whataburger and the beginning of the Frisco Line. We avoided tolls, and crashed in the hotel for a few hours. Even though it was Texas, we froze at the game with a nice, balmy 27 degrees outside. We [I] also discovered that Dunkin Donuts espresso based drinks are an insult to society.

In my ways; it was one of the best weekends of my life.

What came of that, has made the story that much better.

“Officially” her and I have been dating for eight months now, that started via a DM on Twitter while I was in Guatemala last June.

“Unofficially” [also known as the MoVal Small Group Survey] we’ve been together for right around a year.

We struggle, we argue, we laugh, and we pray. She’s the first person I can say that I cried when I saw her get baptized at MoVal, and watched a psychotic girl become a balanced young woman [somewhat]. She’s tolerated me in Las Vegas, and I’ve dragged her through several 5K races.

Judging by the shallow acclamations that I’ve suffered through the years, we truly are a unique pair. However, she gets hugs from me and I get coffee from her, heaven couldn’t pair us any better.


Realistically she knows my demons, doubts, and quietest fears, and you know what? She still accepts me, embraces me, and loves me. That’s something I’ve learned that you never let go of [plus, the Duck Dynasty crew would approve because she’s an amazing cook].

Neither of us are from the upper class, in fact neither of us are from ‘traditional’ families. Some day’s we look at each other and realize we’re the king and queen of the toys on misfit island.

I don’t think we’d want it any other way.





She’s one of a kind.
Unique in my eye.
I wouldn’t want anyone else in my life.
We both quietly count down the days until she’s my wife.














O: Strength Week

Imagine myself in a tree…

Meaning, for the time you’ll need to imagine a 6’3, skin and bones red headed teenager lodged up in a small tree on the campus of a university.

Cell phones weren’t popular, and e-mail was slowly growing. I was armed with a red pen, a summer breeze, a Bible, and a tablet of paper. I started writing, looking at versus and tying them in ‘my way’ into a thought process that would stay as a theme for the week. Something about being able to find strength on a Sunday in order to prepare myself for the week ahead.

I named it “Strength Week”.

I had started this concept at a summer camp that I frequented in junior high and high school named “Super Summer”; put on by the Missouri Baptist Convention [try not to hold that against me]. One of the many times I was at this camp I came up with this idea of keeping  a journal of one entry for the week. Almost a weekly devotion. However, I wanted to share it with others.

My friends, I assumed, would think I was weird, but on the e-mail system I should be safe. Because of this I created a weekly list [before e-mail programs actually stored lists] of people that I would share that e-mail with. This was my first taste of social media [Facebook hadn’t been invented yet and MSN IM was still popular] as I learned that people would read the entry, then forward it to their contact list, etc…for a fifteen year old that was pretty neat. However, like all things of teenage years, I soon grew too busy [especially in the school year] and failed to keep up with my “Strength Week” articles.

I wish I had the e-mail address of that 15 year old boy so I could get a copy of one of those e-mails…

Personally, I would rank this past week right up there with the week my wife left me, the week I ran out of money, the week MC was diagnosed with cancer, and the week my first girlfriend broke up with me. It’s been an awful week. It’s been awful primarily because of tonight’s conviction on the reflection of my behavior and attitude in the past week. If you ever want to know where Satan can latch on and drag down a Christian, I encourage you to develop your own business, and then try to stick to a Biblical standard of code and conduct.

Enjoy the fireworks.

I was sitting at MoVal this morning, dead to the world, when one of the church elders came up to chat. Now, our elders range in age, so this is not an old man with a cane that’s poking at me. This is a guy with a relatively young family, business owner, who just enjoys life. He started talking to me, making note that I looked exhausted, and worn out.

I honestly could have broken into tears right there. I’m fearful to tell people that I’m worn out of because of the fear of them assuming that I really don’t work that hard. It felt like forever to get my parents to understand that I didn’t just have a hobby, I had built a business. However, when you’re not trading stocks, making sandwiches, and teaching classrooms of children it can be hard to quantify what a ‘business’ really is; especially when work involves doing what you love. So, for a while I’ve tried to keep it under wraps and just not talk about it. Not bring up the pains in my back and neck, not mention the headaches, or how I can easily sleep all day. I’m scared to bring up the sorrow and fear I have at night trying to find answers in the world of business. I’m terrified to even speak about the doubt that I deal with on how God is going to provide. I’m so scared that people will place me as a dramatic individual who is looking for attention, and doesn’t know what “real work” really is.

However, after speaking to this elder, and listening to my girlfriend repeatedly telling me to go home and reset today; I’m typing this message out of guilt, shame, and a convicted heart of struggling as a Christian. When the fear comes in that people believe that I’m not working hard, or that I”m not doing enough, when I’m scared to speak up because of what the world may thing, it points out an evident, painful sin: pride.

So, in the event to squash the pride and shed some light into my world; I’m typing this message tonight to simply make this claim:

I am absolutely exhausted. It hurts to stand up and move from my office to my bed. I don’t sleep at night, and I work all day. I try to get duties at the gym in, and eat respectfully. Realistically; I am failing at all of it. I. Have. No. Strength.

This is a evidently longer post, and I apologize for that, but as this is my website I have the ability and right to type the night away. I think the best way for me to illustrate what exactly the convictions of this lone mans soul is, is to be able to send out apologies to those who have been wronged by my behavior in recent days [strongly reflecting on the past week]:

Soccer Community:
I didn’t think there was anything in the world that could cause me to become as bitter as I was when my ex-wife left my life. I really didn’t. Because of that, it isn’t overly surprised that I was proved wrong this week. To bring everything into the light, I’ll go this route: In February of last year I decided to build a women’s soccer program in Kansas City, a premier team that worked with college and post-college players in hopes of giving them something to look forward to after college. A life of a player past the years of the NCAA. Massive blueprint, schematics, hopes, and dreams. I had an overwhelming belief [and still do] that this is my mission field, and this is the route that God wants me to take. However, that doesn’t mean that it is going to be easy, and it most definitely isn’t. In July of last year I was notified that another women’s program was coming into Kansas City, by November that program was announced. It is supported by a successful business owner in Kansas City, and backed by the US Soccer Federation. It crushed me over Thanksgiving. I believe in honesty and transparency, and if I told you that I hadn’t considered worse case scenarios at that point; I’d be lying.

I struggled with hate, I struggled with questions, I struggled with a potential [and volatile] fan base. Kansas City is growing from primarily soccer team in 2012 to seven in 2013; us being one of them. Financially, league strength, and support; we’re as one of the media relations of Kansas City stated, “the low-man on the totem pole”. I haven’t felt so damaged, flawed, and laughed at since having my pants pulled down at recess in elementary school. What can a 25 year old, who lived in the back of his truck, do in the soccer community dominated by the ‘big guns’ of the media image? It’s a question that plagued me, there are connections, and resources that were lost. And the whole time, through media, social media, and interaction I had to keep face, be polite, and try not to show intimidation. After all, as so many people of the Kansas City soccer community put it, “We’re completely different compared to the other program.” Each person that told me that, put yourself in my shoes, that’s all I’d ask.

I would rant, rave, and continue to my tantrum but the reality is that, that isn’t what this is about. This is about the conviction of my heart, knowing that as a Christian, regardless of business and competition, and know that it is in the wrong spot. Competition can bring out the worst in us, and it has been seen sometimes through social media, and sometimes with media interaction, and I can promise you that there are people within the last week that have spoken to me, and walked away thinking, “Really? That’s a Christian? Ouch…”

I am not perfect, but I can be much better then what I’ve allowed myself to be in the past week. For those in the soccer community that have found the free time to read through this post; while it directly affects, indirectly, or if you honestly don’t give a flip; just know as an owner of a women’s program that was to “grow the game”, even before the season has started for us: I have let you down, and while I’m still growing and learning the in’s and out’s of the business world, I only ask that even if you give up on me; don’t give up on the dream of what this program was designed to do: being a shining beacon of what happens when entertainment, community, and innovation come together. It’s much more then just 11 players on a field.

This one hurts a lot.

Amazingly, to show off God’s grace, even though I went through a tragic, painful divorce in 2011; I was given the opportunity and the blessing to fall in love with a wonderful woman. Anyone who has been around us knows that our personalities can create a very polarized atmosphere that isn’t always the most…welcoming. However, she has never, and I sincerely mean never, given up on me.

I’ve told her my fears, she knows my past, she knows I was left in the dust [not saying that I didn’t deserve it] with nothing. She accepts that I’m not rich, and even embraces that psychotic soccer store that is making itself known. I’ve been sick twice in the past four months, each time she has taken time that she could use to do everything else she wants to do, and took care of me. My coffee gets brewed in the mornings, and even though she works at Starbucks, if the day is going in a specific direction; she’ll pick me up a large drip from Dunkin Donuts. She thinks the world of me. Always makes an effort to hold my hand at MoVal, and gets ticked if I don’t kiss her goodbye when we go our different ways for the day. My girlfriend is an amazing cook, even though she won’t admit it, and works her tail off for a better life. At 19 she’s already looking at promotions in the corporate of Starbucks. She balances my nightmare of a life, with her online college education, paying the majority of the bills for where she lives, and even helps her mother with her bills. Her life revolves around babies, coffee, and learning more about her newly acquired Christian faith. She tries sushi, even though she hates it, just to try to make me happy. She’s a woman that ever man should dream of meeting.

And I fail to tell her that.

I’m so selfish, focused, and conflicted with the direction of my life that I’ve failed to remind her of how beautiful she is. I haven’t taken a split second to kiss her on the cheek. I’m yet to bring her flowers [though she’s told me she doesn’t need them…this brings about confusion], and we haven’t had a ‘date night’ for several weeks. As much as it haunts me, I wouldn’t be surprised if at night, while frustrated with me [for good reason] she thinks, “Yes, I see why his ex-wife left him.” I wouldn’t blame her, I wouldn’t be upset either.

To my girlfriend, the woman who frequently speaks of what life will be like when she’s my wife, I owe you my heart.

This easily hurts the most.

I have been to rock bottom in life; I’ve witnessed it. I have noted what it is like to lose absolutely everything. It was only then did God begin to say, “Now I can show you what I can do”.

As the site has grown over the past year and a half, the concept remains the same: God does amazing things with very regular people. The soccer program that He’s allowed me to have should be enough to represent that. However, He doesn’t stop there. He brought me home, He gave me a new life, an incredible job at Subway with a staff that supports the Kansas City Shock. He gave me the welcoming body of Missouri Valley, and a pastor that could look see the sins of my past, and still welcome me in. I’ve traveled more in 2012 then I have ever; including Los Angeles, Guatemala, Baltimore, Dallas [twice!], and Washington, D.C. Not to mention Las Vegas in two weeks from now, Boston, and a summer full of excitement. I’ve been given friends, both old who didn’t give up on me, and new who are still wondering what I am. He’s given me excellent health, a new body, and ambition for a new life.

I have no excuse not to give praise where praise is due.

I’m shamed because I struggled last week to tell a random business owner that God has blessed me in amazing ways. I’ve failed to stay reading the Bible on a daily basis, and my mind hasn’t remained focused on Him. I’ve been hateful, spiteful, and painfully egocentric. I may have said one thing, but I traversed mentally into the realm of, “Look at what have done.” I’ve been dishonest, a politicians, and most painful of all; I’ve manipulated people…again. The one thing I said I’d never do again. I’ve looked in the mirror and saw that worldly business owner, I’ve had nightmares of the earthly politician, and I cringe typing this knowing how close I’ve come, once again, to my own destruction.


To my Father, the only One capable of doing the unimaginable, the awe-inspiring, and demonstrating never ending love, I’m a fallen human in a sinful world, and by Your grace I’m saved, but I need guidance and grace now, more then ever. I. am. sorry.

Perhaps it’s the complex of pride and lack of patience that has cast me into this spiraling world of doubt and destruction. Even though my reputation is tarnished, and my attitude has been poor, especially in the past week, the goal still remains the same: when I’m gone…as in dead, whatever it is that I end up doing, as cheesy as it sounds, it has to be 100% truth:

My tombstone better be blank, because whatever I’m to be known for better be given as a sacrifice of my first fruits to my Father.


O: Second Year

I’ve logged over 200 miles today; I’m tired and I’ve resulted into doing two things that are usually not permitted in my life:

  • I’ve converted my comfy bed and pillows into my ‘office’
  • I’ve made the executive decision to forgo all social media aspects for the night [minus e-mail…if that counts]


I’m beat. Mentally, emotionally, and physically. I can’t handle the long drives nearly as well as I used to, and mentally I’m just fried today. Is that wrong?

Two hundred miles is good for only one element of life; thinking.

Call it reflection, or call it just mindless wandering, but anyone who has kept up with my journey since July of 2011 can admit that it’s been a ride.

You don’t get to make up stories like these; you don’t get to go from absolutely nothing to everything. That doesn’t happen in today’s world, right?

Dead. Wrong.

Has it been easy? Not a chance; while traveling through north central Missouri today I thought back to the horrible journey of breaking and entering to find food. Not the best moment of life, or the legal paperwork that was filed, and then filed again. However; the pains and frustrations are so small compared to the fruits of the excitement that I now live on a daily basis. Realistically; perhaps as I find myself partway through year two; it’s the reflection on those who have been instrumental towards the elements of my life. From running until I wanted to die [and then some], to random journey’s down south while in panic-mode, to writing and writing and writing, to the insane ideas that conjure up in my mind [throw a few sandwiches in there also], and there’s a list of people, organizations, businesses, and so much more to note, to thank, and to appreciate.

However, that would give notion towards the end of a book; which anyone who knows me, knows that isn’t even close to the truth [we’ve got a while on book two, as it has become much larger then anticipated].

Perhaps this is the medicine that I needed tonight. Truthfully, I’ve had knots in my stomach all day. The stress from the Kansas City Shock and what I put on myself has been unreal. While I dare not say tonight is a night of doing nothing [the amount of e-mails I have to work on is unreal], but taking the initiative to reflect on positive thought in order to maintain balance of my mind [so I don’t lose it], and continue to remind myself to remain humble, passionate, and grateful.

Mind spinning yet? Neither is mine; it’s 9:30 PM CST; I dropped my luggage in the apartment, put on some cartoons, and just started typing. I tend of Amy Jo Martin in exact moments like this; Ms. Martin explained a study [that her staff forced her to do] called Ready, Set, Pause. The problem was that she was moving too often, too quickly, and wasn’t able to catch her breath. Complete overload. Her crew required her to take eight minutes out of her day [literally penned into her schedule] and just relax; throw on some music, and take a deep breath.

While I’m chalking this up to Ready, Set, Pause; I do see the evening in similar light. I firmly believe that it is a temptation to dwell on the past. How many of us during our youth years tried the one-up trick of, “Oh you think your life was bad? Well mine was…” Maybe no one else, but I’m as guilty as sin with the notion. How Jo, throughout college, didn’t kill me is beyond my mental capability. However, as I’ve grown older there has come the concept of reflection vs dwelling:

Reflection runs a mindset of focusing on the thought provoking ideas, and insight from the events of an individuals life. Wisdom, joy, and emotions are frequently stirred for the individual. A case in myself would be, humorously, listening to “As Long As You Love Me” by Justin Bieber. Hearing the song spurns the idea of a night time drive in a black Ford Fusion; all while driving down Santa Monica Boulevard. My emotion? Joy. Happiness. Meeting new friends, traveling, and enjoying a bit of freedom. That’s reflection upon my life; taking a moment to contemplate the events that I’ve partaken in.

Dwelling tends to be a dangerous slope that once started; can result in negative attitudes and a selfish desire to make every idea and concept in the world about ones self. Using myself again, a good example would be December of 2007; during Christmas Eve. I was on Facebook chat with Jo; I had known her for a month at this point, and I was pointing out every doom-and-gloom element of my life. I’m poor, my parents divorced, my girlfriend dumped me, I’m always made fun up, blah…blah…blah…Who did that benefit? Definitely not Jo; looking back I feel very bad for the moment. I can tell that it was focused on the subconscious benefit of myself. By talking poorly of myself, I was able to amplify my ‘importance’ in the conversation, pulling pity, and in turn recognizing that the conversation was solely about me. Dwelling on the past can quickly be brought in contact with selfishness.

At this point I’ve been looking at cat pictures, and fighting with Pandora on good music selection, but I think these musing prove the point. Perhaps if nowhere else, my own life; growing means recognizing what is safe, and what is ill advised.

My only hope is that as the days, weeks, months, and years progress that the memories found in my reflections may be ones that can be viewed, smiled, and remembered in their truth form.

Now…where are those e-mails…


O: Working Testimony

Let’s just start off with the quote to get this piece moving. This scripture was used today in church, and for everyone out there to read. This, this right here, is why I press on with the vision of soccer; because He has continued to blow my mind with it each day.

Commit your work to the Lord, and your plans will be established.

-Proverbs 16:3-

Work ethic has always been something that I’ve tried to understand over the years; finding the balance between not working enough [the past] and working too much [currently]. Within the past couple days I’ve been presented with substantial information that has assisted me in understanding why we work, why we should work, and what kind of testimony our work ethic can demonstrate to an outside work.

While I’d love to talk more about Subway and insane opportunities that this company continues to present me with [including a half-joking thought of international travel], this working testimony I really feel vital to encourage through the world of soccer. I didn’t decide to take this road of explanation because of some of those around us who view what I do as a ‘hobby’, but more-so because I think the results can speak for themselves.

I firmly believe that it is one thing to have a hobby, and invest in a hobby. Like running, running is a hobby for me. I don’t have a ton of running gear, but I am very picky about my shoes, and I’d rather be caught dead then go running without compression shorts [could be TMI], I have a iPod, my Oakley sunglasses, and yurbuds for my ears. I don’t plan on doing much with running, because I enjoy it too much to be too serious about it.

I say that in order to explain that soccer and myself have a much more significant connection then just a hobby. Sure, I grew up with the sport [in a very random way], and I did attempt to coach it at a high school level. More importantly though, especially with the Kansas City Shock, it is just the way things came together. It was work, it still is work, but I can show you that through work, it has manifested into something truly beautiful:

  • USA/Canada: Though my ex-wife wasn’t thrilled with the notion, for nearly a year prior to the divorce I wrote column after column about women’s soccer at the first forum that entertained my existence; Women’s Soccer United. It was through this random website that I made contact with “Our Game Magazine“, the first online women’s soccer magazine. Because I used them as a reference point so frequently in my own articles, and the editor was aware that I lived in the central part of the United States. It was because of all of this, all the articles in which I wasn’t paid, all the lengthy discussions with MC, Jim, and others about how ‘writing doesn’t pay the bills’ that in September of last year I was called to do an article on the USA Women’s National Team as they took on Canada in Kansas City. It was at the match that I witnessed 19,000 people sellout the stadium for a women’s soccer game, it was there that I met people who dreamed of a women’s program in Kansas City, but was looking for someone to start the ball rolling. It was there that my hero’s became real people when I stood face-to-face with Hope Solo [within the range of mic’s, camera’s, etc…]. And while my write-up was absolutely terrible, my name via social media began to grow.
  • Missouri Valley: With the finding of this amazing church body, came the idea that people in this building would refer to me as my Twitter handle “Coach”. Of which I wound up being asked by one of the elders of the program, if I would like to assist with a U-8 soccer team. This program became what is now known as ‘Peeps Soccer’, and has now grown to U-8 and U-10, and in turn assisted in the future development of a youth academy for the Kansas City Shock. It was with this program, some crazy hard prayers, and being blessed with incredible friends and funds that propelled me to Guatemala in June, and running an amazing soccer clinic with the local youth teams and kids. These adventures, including many mentions of myself being in Guatemala through our Kansas City Shock Twitter handle, which wasn’t easy, added additional popularity through Kansas City and other outlying areas. Along these lines, and the ‘fun’ story of my journey; news agency’s such as KQ2 and the Rural Reporter, not only talked about the Kansas City Shock and its creation, but the story of my faith, mistakes, divorce, and redemption; also known as my testimony. Soccer was blending so much into my life that without it, my testimony faded and with it; the world started to learn of a story far more powerful beyond just kicking the ball. As evident as it may have become to others, it was slow getting to me that basing the story of soccer along with this…way of life, not even a religion, was quickly becoming the key to the success of not my life, but soccer in general.
  • Traveling: From Washington to Texas and soon to be Los Angeles, the doors continue to be opened to travel far and wide; interacting with soccer, its followers, and intertwining my faith along the way. Truthfully, how can I speak about the dramatic interaction and growth of women’s soccer, the Kansas City Shock, even the Peeps without involving Christ, Missouri Valley, and just the insane story I’ve had for the past year? I can’t! It isn’t even forced, I was speaking to a Tweep [a follower of my Twitter account] that I had finally had the honor to meet in real life a few days ago at the local international airport. It just came second nature, just talking about soccer, my desire with the game, the Shock, and the church, the pain, the sorrow, the divorce, the hunger, etc…it’s just part of me, just ask my girlfriend about it. It feels sinful to not speak about the journey when given the opportunity. I’m not smacking people with Bible’s and I only go to Chick-Fil-A if I want a…well…chicken sandwich, but I can’t deny the adventure. In fact, most people who hear this story; this idea and result that was created at FilingThePapers [here], can’t even believe it. Interestingly, that’s kind of how God works, too good to be true. The amazing, scary part thought? It’s 100% truth.
  • Kansas City Shock: I’m not sure this even needs a discussion, nor a paragraph by now. However, eventually between USA/Canada, traveling, writing, blogging, and even with the “Peeps” it all transpired into the Kansas City Shock. The first women’s premier soccer program in Kansas City and in the Great Plains. From the beginning it was  ‘different’ then so many other clubs. We had a board to begin with, I am the owner [terrifying], we’re a real, legal LLC in the state of Missouri, we’ve held a tournament and even sell merchandise on our website. Teams are already booking their spring trips out to us next year, and our sponsorship packages are almost ready. We’ve been in works with one partnering company already, and the colleges around us are quickly anticipating what we do in the future. We’re set to be potentially profitable, being the first women’s sports program in the history of the United States to do so, and honestly; through social media, a lot of people like us. We’re an open book company, meaning our finances anyone can look at. We’re honest, outspoken, and blunt [that may just be me]. Our motto and colors speak for our program; electric orange and navy blue, with the phrase “Dare to be different. Shock the world”, anywhere we can put it. We’ve recently assisted in working with a local soccer club to get attention to their soccer fields through the media. We are everywhere and our season doesn’t even start until next spring. My life, my story is so deeply intertwined with the Shock. Truthfully, how refreshing is it to hear of a owner who was homeless, broke, and divorced just over a year ago and is now heading way to provide an opportunity to the communities that never gave up on him, took him back, and loved on him? It’s not just giving back to the community, it’s being a missionary.

It’s common knowledge that I’m a Christian and that the Kansas City Shock and all other soccer entities I mess with, emphasize that through business procedures and faith. You tell me, what’s the odds that we’d sell $125 tickets, 20 of them for a total of $2,500 for a program that didn’t even exist? What’s the odds that the media would be as excited and involved as they have been? What’s the odds of getting phone calls from league president just asking my intention of building a program in Kansas City? What’s the odds of having a job with Subway that allows me to divide up my time for both?

What’s the odds that when you work, you do so working for God, and in turn; He never stops blowing your mind?