One thing I get asked a lot is who my hero was growing up. Usually it’s your mom or dad, some heavyweight champ or a BD star. Well, I didn’t have a lot of role models to choose from. None, matter of fact. You’d never think it, but I used to stay inside a lot, watch TV for hours. The best was that Cirrus Cola commercial, y’know, the one with the eagle? He didn’t have a name, but everyone called him Beaker. They ran tons of those, even had a whole story arc. Man, that bird kicked serious ass. He could block bullets with his wings, spin a tornado, all kinds of sh*t. Anyway, I got bullied a lot at school - hell, I was basically the older kids’ punching bag. One day I had enough and channeled my inner Beaker. Next thing I knew, them boys are on the floor, bleeding and crying for their mommas. That’s when I knew I’d be a boxer. So yeah, I’m here ‘cause of a cartoon bird. Crazy, right?