From an early age, Mike knew that his path to athletic glory would most likely come on the coattails of those with true athletic talent. His baseball career ended the moment he saw a curveball; his basketball career was as short as his five-foot-ten-inch frame. His soccer career and only real shot at glory ended with a Scott Sterling-style concussion. After a largely anonymous college career, he arrived in Washington DC to make his fortune. There he stumbled into his own business, which was largely a front for developing his taste in fine cigars, dark rum, and paid time off. Eventually, he was forced to come to grips with his ne’er-do-well lifestyle and began the search for a real career. Ten years and four books later, most would agree that he’s nowhere close to being the GOAT of anything.

Mike and his wife Melissa currently split time between Northern Michigan and Florida's west coast. And unlike Mike, most would agree that Melissa is the GOAT of just about everything.