Glitz' Guy of the Week

I keep coming back to my USC boys on this topic, and I cannot help it. So, I get home on Monday, and after being without ESPN for a few days, I see all this "drama" surrounding a hot dog and Mark Sanchez.

What's the big deal?? It's a hot dog, and don't you WANT your players to be energized?? Who wants a player who feels lightheaded and dizzy because he hasn't eaten.

Hot dog aside, I was never the biggest Sanchez supporter. There is not sugarcoating it. You can probably go back on this blog, and see the times when I criticized him.

As happy as I am now with Barkley, I really thought Sanchez should finish out at 'SC. Well, he didn't listen to me (hehe) and he is making quite a name for himself in the NFL.

So that being said, Mark Sanchez has the honor of being Glitz' Guy of the Week.

MIA

Sorry I have been MIA you guys. Things have been hectic, and I was out of town for a few days.

I am back and ready for actions.

My Cards are on fire, as are the Trojans, and this weekend should be a GREAT weekend of football. More on that later...

xoxo- Glitz

Glitz' Guy of the Week

Another great week of football (minus the USC break). This was a sad one, but it goes out to a guy who had to be on the field Sunday with a heavy heart.

Cincinnati Bengals Defensive Coordinator coached on Sunday, only a few days after his wife Vikki passed away. The Bengals won the football game, and Coach Zimmer was awarded the game ball. 

Coach Zimmer has Pac 10 ties, as he coached at Washingston State from 1989-1993. 

sacrifices....

If Perez Hilton, or any big-time blogger were in my shoes tonight, they would not have blown it.

I my friends, blew it. One table. Less than a FOOT away from me...sat a table full of athletes from a certain local sports team. One of those athletes just happened to be a NC with a certain Pac-10 team. 

First the tourists appoached them, then slowly every table around us approached them...then the cougars (duh I live in "Cougartown"), and lastly the little kids..which the little kids is totally understandble....

I was observing their reactions to being approaced while they were eating, and realized it was so not worth it. 

So like the mature adult that I am, I let them eat in peace.

I could have promoted the blog, but I didn't. 

That's it. 

Glitz' Guy of the Week

I am taking a different approach this week and I am honoring the NFL as a whole for their "Pink Campaign."

Here is some more information about Breast Cancer:

 http://www.nationalbreastcancer.org/About-Breast-Cancer/

Also, if you are going to the Cardinals game this Sunday, please wear PINK and support Larry Fitzgerald's (@lfitzgerald11 on twitter) PINK-OUT movement! In addition, purchase a LArry Fitzgerald gift card at Cold Stone Creamery & 5% of the total value (I think it's per gift card) will go to breast cancer research. While you are at Cold Stone, Don't forget to try-out "Heaven Eleven" a pink signature ice cream.

xoxo- Glitz

The Football-session

People tend to ask me how does a Greek girl from Montreal love football as much as I do..

I always answer it's part hereditary and part destiny.

Let's start with destiny. It's pretty simple really. I was born on November 22. 

Tail end of college regular season, about 3/4 of the way through regular NFL season.

Canadian football- my birthday was almost always around the Cegep Bol D'Or and CFL playoffs are  also in late November.

So I was born to love the sport. 

Many of my earliest memories took place on the football field. My dad coached from before the time I was born, and coached up until I was about ten..

So that makes sense right? Here is where hereditariness (I made that word up) kicks in.

I come from a pretty traditional Greek family, and being the first born daughter, I was named after my paternal grandmother (aka Yiayia).

Yiayia had a son who coached football (aka Coach Dad) and a son who played football (holler at Uncle Pea).

One of my absolute memories actually took place at one of my uncle's games, and it involved my sweet little yiayia taking me out of Greek school early so I can go watch. I must have been about 8 or 9, and it was not ideal football weather- it was cold and rainy, and just dreary.

Despite our team having home-field advantage,  the refs were total jerks that day. (Keep in mind this is over 15 years ago). So I'm getting annoyed, and my yiayia is screaming "Stupid Refs" in her broken English, and that's when I knew it was ok to be vocal.

I actually love that my yiayia and papou (grandpa) come visit around Christmas because there is always football on, and I am slowly teaching her the wonders of my favorite team. She calls out the "stupid refs" quicker than I do sometimes! And you better believe that anytime I get a little heated over a game, I pull the "It's hereditary!" card. 

My sister may have gotten the dancing gene, but I most def got the football gene, and I am okay with that :)

xox- Glitz