Team: Rockits
Name: Rizzo
Number: 73
Status: Active
Awards & Accolades: 2007 Best Attitude (League Award), 06-07 Interleague Team, 2006 Team Spirit (Team Award)
Position You Play: Blocker / Pivot
Injuries: Broken ankle Nov. 2006
Distinguishing Feature(s): Lots of curly dark hair hidden beneath her helmet
Loves: Fast cars, bad boys
Despises: Goody-two-shoes
Favorite Song: Let the Good Times Roll by Shirley and Lee
Favorite Food or Drink: Bubble gum

More dirt about yourself:
Rizzo was raised by nice Christian folk in the suburbs of Detroit. As a teen, she loved cruising in her dad's old Packard, and she earned gas money at the AandW as a roller-skating waitress. She kept her nose clean. She was headed in the right direction. But one hot summer night on the job, Rizzo lost her cool and dumped a milk shake in the lap of a grabby gus driving a convertible. After being fired from the AandW, she hung up her roller skates and vowed to never be taken advantage of again.

Rizzo started cutting class, ignoring curfew, snapping her gum. Her parents didn't trust her anymore. When she was busted by the cops for smuggling a trunk-load of miscreants into the drive-in movies, her parents sent Rizzo to a home for delinquent girls in Minneapolis. But even the strict nuns at St. Angelica's Saving Grace couldn't reform Rizzo, and she regularly sneaked out after bed-check to explore the temptations of the Big City. She shimmied down her last knotted bed-sheet the night before her eighteenth birthday, and never looked back.

Drawing upon both her street-smarts and her latent skating skills, Rizzo fell in with the Rockits in the summer of 2005. She's a tough cookie and nearly impossible to knock down; her fierce hits have earned her the nickname Third-Row Rizzo with some of her teammates. And no, you cannot have fries with that shake.