GSP: Guess Who Loves Ya Buddy?

I felt as if God had blessed me when I awoke this morning and discovered that Georges St. Pierre had accepted me as a friend on Facebook!

Some of you readers may laugh at the thought of a 62-year old grandmother becoming elated over something like that, but my husband was even thrilled to see me start a day so happy.

As a teenager I did not have Fabian posters or idolize James Dean, although they were prevalent favorites of my generation. My friends were all "ga-ga" over one singer, movie star or another. I had a collection of baseball cards and knew all of Mel Ott's statistics.

So why now? Why Georges?

Good question, and I have been asking it myself.

Possibly he represents the connection between me, my youngest son and my grandson: we all enjoy MMA and it has become our shared passion.

Initially Cody could not see GSP due to being blinded by his adoration of Matt Hughes, with whom he shares many of the same qualities, i.e., being from a small town in Illinois with only one high school, where wrestling is revered more than football or basketball, having farming in his background (through us, his grandparents), and all the same ways to get into trouble, etc.

But because he is a wrestler and because we compare techniques and styles he was forced to admit that Georges has superior skills, although he still has a soft spot for his dethroned hero, Matt Hughes in his heart.

My son however, has been a GSP fan from the very first and used to enjoy hearing Cody and I go back and forth over Hughes and St. Pierre. He would take my side when Cody would pull the "you are too old," "you have never been a wrestler," or the "you are a woman" card on me. My son is not loyal to me, he just knows that there are times when I do know what I am talking about.

Now Cody has a GSP signed flag of Quebec hanging prominently in his bedroom with a Mickey's can with Georges' picture on it and an autographed glove, along with too many autographed pictures of Georges to count. When Georges fights now the whole Willis gang is cheering for him, even the girls and 4 year old Trevor.

While I used to buy autographed memorabilia and t-shirts, I now write for Bleacher Report which is a more rewarding, less expensive use of my time.

In reading articles about Georges and watching as many interviews as I can find, I learned that he had a Facebook account, although I had no urge to get one until my friend "Smiley" from Newfoundland talked me into it and then talked me through the process.

Being addlepatted from having Multiple Sclerosis, I messed up one account and now have two accounts on Facebook which requires me to use one to reach the other—don't ask, I probably could not even explain how this happened.

Back to the point. In an interview Georges said he had gone through the 8,000 names allowed by Facebook many times over requiring him to open additional accounts (I wish that had been my problem). So, somehow I guess he finally found room for me. Boy, am I thankful that he did!

Finally, to all of my readers who are as crazy about Georges' St. Pierre as I am, I guess this could be your chance to let him know you are out there and do care. Especially before his fight with BJ Penn, who he says he likes (guess grandma had better change her tune, huh?)

Just get a Facebook account—please don't ask me how, I would have to refer you to Smiley, and he is busy promoting KIng of the Cage in Newfoundland and may not appreciate it—and ask Georges to be your friend.

Grandma Dee did and hasn't stopped smiling since!