I hate USC

Much of my time in the months between September and January are spent by the warm glow of the television. I am a football fan. I have been for many years and I am so thankful I am because I married a major football fan as I have mentioned in other blog posts.

I knew at the delicate age of 16 that I didn’t want to go to some out of state college or division three community college to play basketball. Once college became a somewhat reality I always wanted to go to Boise State University. I am not sure why but I think it was partially because most of my siblings plus their spouses have gone there. Regardless, blue and orange seemed to be my favorite color combination. I have been a Denver Broncos fan my whole life so maybe that had something to do with it. That was my siblings fault too.

Needless to say I went to Boise State University and had a great and somewhat different college experience than most. I am also happy to say that I really got into Boise State football which was one of the highlights of my college time. If any of you follow college football you can see that Boise State is now usually ranked in the top 25 at least by the end of the season. I was shocked when they were ranked 14 at the beginning of this year because that usually doesn’t happen until at least week ten, if at all. I was even more shocked when the BSC rankings came out last week that Boise State was number 4 in the nation. What the crap!?!?!

So here comes the point of my title posting. I hate USC. I can’t flipping stand them. I have my reasons don’t get me wrong and now I will tell you all about why I hate USC. Number one-why is it every time they run even a one-yard play the band has to play its incessant fight song? I mean, you ran a one-yard play. Not that great. Shut that crap up. Number two-why does every sports caster on ESPN have a man crush on your team? I really don’t mind their coach Pete Carroll which makes me mad because I should not like him. Dang inspiring and good interviewing coach. But EVERYone seems to have some love obsession with whoever the USC quarterback is. Mind you, I have only gotten into college football probably six years ago or so, but I have noticed that there is some serious sports caster love for whoever the USC quarterback is. Not to say that most of them haven’t gone onto fulfilling pro careers though-cough-Matt Lienert.

Here is the main reason I hate USC-would you like to know? EVERY year for the past four, USC has lost to an UNRANKED team yet they still make it into the top ten. Again, I’m not sure about the other years but at least in the past four they have lost to an unranked team. Why? WHY?? Why are they still in the top ten???? It would make sense if they lost to a ranked team….that makes PERFECT sense to me. AND it’s not like the next week they are going to play somebody like Florida, Alabama, shoot even Miami. They are playing crap teams in the PAC-10 conference which may have once been powerful but has recently sucked (not to say the WAC is any better though). So this year for example, they start out ranked number four. Whatever. That’s fine. They jump to number three. Again, I don’t really care. Then comes along Washington on week four-the same Washington Huskies that didn’t win ONE game last year. Guess what happens-that’s right…the unranked Huskies BEAT them. SWEET CANDY-I say. I’m thinking they gotta drop out of the top 15 at least! Any other school (minus Flordia, Alabama, Texas, or Ohio State) would be out of the top 20 easily. I’m giving USC the benefit of the doubt because of the man crushes everyone has on their new ‘true’ freshman quarterback with his bleach blond hair. Sick. At least past number 15 right? Oh no. Don’t even think about it. The farthest they drop is to number 12 in the AP poll and number 10 in the USA Today poll. What? Is California really that cool? The answer is no. I can say that because I lived there….for three months….but still….I did.

I have a little analogy to this situation. When I was a junior in college, I was in an interviewing communications class. It was an upper division course and one that counted towards my degree. I had an assignment to do an interview with someone in a position that I would possibly want after graduation and then give a 10-minute presentation about it. I nailed it of course and got a 90% with the whole assignment 7-page paper included. Now here comes Aakar the foreign exchange person (not student…he just made his own way to the Americas) from Vietnam. He gets up there and proceeds to tell the whole class some crazy story about an American soldier that saved his life during the Vietnam War. I think anyway. He held his hands like they were holding a machine gun and then said something about Davey saving his life. Um…so that was a pretty good interview eh? Whatever, I say, not thinking too much about this presentation but hoping he at least got a ‘C’ to pass the class. As I am walking out of the class I ‘accidentally’ got a peek at Aakar’s grade. He flipping got a 97% on the whole thing. I obviously put a BUTT-load of effort into this and he got a better grade then me? Just because he speaks broken English and the professor felt bad for him? He didn’t even do the assignment right!

This is what I am talking about. Aakar is USC. Just because they had a bad day and are ‘suppose’ to always be good, they keep getting into the top 10…neigh…the top 5 because the voters feel bad that they lost that one tiny little insignificant game-to an unranked team. That is why I hate USC. It has become a bit more of a hate this past week when they jumped from 7 to 5. The reason that is worse is because BSU was at number 5 and now guess what magical number we are…that is right-7 even though we HANDLED (I say we like I am on the team) again…we HANDLED Hawaii.

Regardless of USC passing BSU I still hate USC. Even if BSU loses on Saturday and gets knocked out of the top 25 all together and if USC loses and goes to number 10….I still hate USC. Hate is a harsh word and I really don’t use it much but I really wanted my point to get across and I just don’t think the word dislike does this post justice. That would be like saying Zac “roughs” up Jaitz when in fact Zac “dominates” Jatiz. Get the picture?

All I can say to finish this rant up is…GO DUCKS! That is one of the few times you shall ever hear me say, or rather type that.

Steak

This past week my sweet sister Richelle and her husband Ryan rolled into town for a U2 concert. Whilst they were here we got to go out to dinner at Ruster's Rooste which was a basic kick in the pants. This place sits on the side of South Mountain and looks over part of the city. We slid down a slide to get to the dining area which was great minus the part where I prematurely put my feet down and screeched to a halt. We all had steak which was D-licious and at the end we got cotton candy. No joke. AND it was grape cotton candy which I have never in my life had. If you ever have the chance I definitely endorse the grape cotton candy.

Here we all are at dinner . I forgot to mention there is a live band playing during dinner too which was fantastic.

Here is a big ol' bull of sorts. It smelled like Eagle Fun Days because of this beast. I unknowingly began looking for candy on the sidewalk just out of habit.

The slide. Need I say more?

We had so much fun and I am glad we got to hang with my sister and bro-in-law, even if it was just for a night.

On a side note Zac had his 28th birthday! We went to Outback because we had a gift card that was unnecessarily given to me from one of my buddies but still appreciated. I sent him on a scavenger hunt around our complex and then we skyped the fam at night.

I also made a cake that a family of five could share but we handled it. I still can't figure out how my mom makes frosting. BAH!! It was some good ol' times fo sho.

Blimpie is Best

There are few things in the life that I am sure about. For instance, I am 100% sure that Blimpie is better than Subway. I often wonder why then I live within three square miles of four Subways. I am not even kidding about that. Not beefing against Subway and their mediocre subs (that I will still eat especially on Wednesday's because it it $2.79 turkey 6" day right?) So not to beef on the aspect of mediocre sub making but when compared to the deliciousness that is Blimpie with their fresh cut meats and thinly shredded lettuce, kosher pickles and spicy brown mustard.....no comparison right? Another surety is that Jaitz will follow me into the bathroom every single time regardless if he is asleep, eating, or chewing on a toy. And the last for sure thing I know that I shall tell everyone is that the Bears are who we thought they were. That ones for you Zac.

Thus brings us to the unknown which is so much more a part of our lives. I was pretty sure that when we loaded all of our crap into a moving truck (including all my elementary school scrap books and what not) and headed down here to the Arizona for Zac's career that we would be with the company for a bit. Well that bit turned into 1 year and 3 months. Zac just got laid off with pretty much the rest of the country so that is pretty sweet. Not to say we will be leaving Arizona, but right now we don't know what the crap is going on. We could end up in Afghanistan for all we know. Well...probably not that crazy but I have considered getting lost in the 'wilderness' and living off the fatta the land. I think it's time to get back to our roots...you know, hunter gatherer combo? So if anyone knows about jobs out there for a Construction Management grad from BSU (hey the football team is ranked 6th in the nation...selling point) send em' our way...or something.

I am mostly bummed because I was really looking forward to getting to buy some rad clothes for this thing that is growing in my belly. Don't get me wrong I am more happy than not now of days. Just anxious and hungry. Man I am hungry but then when I eat I can't pound it like I usually can. But then I am hungry again in like an hour. And man I want a McDonald's Coke. Alas I must wait. Anyhoo enough about that nonsense-in other news I sprained my wrist at one of my volleyball practices. It was pretty stupid and I am getting better. I get to coach three games tomorrow and I really really like it. I love coaching and I hope I get to keep doing it in one form or another. My teams names are the "Blue Spikers" and the "Thrilling Beatles" they are 6th and 7/8th grade girls. I really have no idea.