I don't drink much anymore, but when I traveled with Frank Sinatra, God rest his soul, I used to drink like I could do it. He made it a test. In Vegas, the Rat Pack, which I was a little part of, drank all night and slept most of the day. Then, about 5 o'clock, we'd meet in the hotel steam room, lock the door, and steam our brains out.
When I was on the road full-time, there was about an eight, nine year stretch where I averaged, conservatively, 250 days a year out on the road. That's basically you fly into a town, you get a Rent-A-Car, find a hotel, go to the gym, you eat, you go to the arena, go back to the hotel, you wake up, go to the airport and go somewhere else.
I was driving in a car on my way to football practice, and I was listening to the radio, and they had one of those, like, art showcases, like, 'Do you want to be a star? Do you want to meet talent agents, managers, producers?' And I called in, and I drove 45 minutes to Salina, Kansas, to a Marriott hotel, and did a Twizzlers commercial audition.