I fondly remember my high school days as being filler. By that I mean it all seemed to go by so fast. If I wasn't doing schoolwork that was too easy because I liked school then I was traveling to play games with the little Flyers. My parents though they kept me grounded so in the offseason I worked for my uncle's landscaping company. First it was loading and unloading the mowers and of course washing them off after a long day of cutting but soon I got to help actually mow. It kept me in shape and busy not to mention the money wasn't too bad.

My parents always insisted I learn the value of a hard day's work because Hockey isn't forever and one bad day could be the end of a career. I make millions now, but I still think back to those days of cutting and mowing and weed wacking and it makes me respect blue collar workers just a little more. It helps me remember where I come from who knows after hockey, maybe a new gig.