Long before the days of smart phones and call display, when I was a senior in high school, I got a call from a 519-area code. I questioned whether I should pick it up or let it ride and go to voicemail. I answered and, on the other end, was a man with a twang in his voice that I’d never heard before and couldn’t exactly pinpoint geographically. That’s because it was a former Prairie boy calling from London, Ontario: Larry Haylor, leader of the Western Mustangs. Neither of us knew at the time that the man calling me was a future Canadian Football Hall-of-Famer, and that this would be the first of many life-altering conversations I’d have with him. Western reached out relatively late in the recruiting process, as I had only received an aggressive push from them after I was OFSAA bowl co-MVP with my St. Andrew’s College teammate, Michael Faulds. Because of that, I was jaded and wasn’t initially buying what Haylor was selling. He seemed too smooth. More of a Hollywood movie character o...