Unprofessionally, Johnny Mac.
A little about me:
Once nicknamed “a legit walking potato” by friends—and honestly, fair.
Passing kidney stones like it’s an Olympic sport and I’m going for gold.
The only way to get me on the football field as a kid was a Snickers bribe.
Formative childhood memory: arm stuck in a soda machine at West Point. Character-building, apparently.
Currently living out my Jersey Shore reality show dreams—minus the GTL (for now).