Swankey Gets Real

On a cold, rainy night, a child is born in an oaken crib. The child grows big, strong, proud and true, with a barrel for a chest and a lush, flaxen mane. To honor the Swankey name and leave a mark upon this mortal coil, the child chooses … soccer. Yep, the kid plays soccer.

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