The brick house shook as he thundered soccer balls against it, but that didn’t alert Pat McAfee to the lightning in his right leg. The time he kicked the cover off the ball? That didn’t do it either. McAfee first understood what he had, what his future held, that day of soccer when the goalkeeper blocked his shot.
And the ball snapped his arm in half.
Pat McAfee was 12.
“That was the first time I knew something was going on,” he says.
The second time? Football camp at Plum High outside Pittsburgh. A kicking camp.