Hercules' early life was all about hockey. His parents and siblings all loved hockey and watched and played it so naturally Hercules did as well. When he was able to stand up on his own as a kid, his dad put him in skates. The first time Hercules went onto the ice, he cried his head off and wanted off. He didn't enjoy any of it.

The first go around on the ice was less than ideal, but Hercules' brother didn't give up. He took his younger brother to the rink again, but this time he guided him and held him as they skated. Hercules felt safe at this point and he really got the chance to enjoy being on the ice. Many more skates later, his dad signed him up for peewee hockey. Now, in the complete opposite of when he first hit the ice, once Hercules got a stick in his hands, he took to the sport faster than anything. He loved playing hockey and quickly became one of the best peewee players out there. He rose the ranks of youth hockey until his triple A coach told them to start taking it seriously because he had the skills to make it. Everything after that is history.

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