What could lead a little fellow to set a putt-putt course on fire and, years later, host a keg party at his parents' house during high school (when his father was a prominent pastor in town), only to go on to defy all odds and become perhaps a combination of the smallest and slowest starting wide receiver in major college football history? And how did that youngster eventually become an NFL agent by accident, meet his future wife on a steamy asphalt...