SO, it’s taken me some time to make it back to blogging after this derby stuffed weekend. Saturday was an emotional low for our team, we weren’t really pumped as a unit to go into the game and our attitude didn’t get adjusted until the end of the game. boo. Not to mention that the refs barely had a grasp on the rules. There was back blocking, high blocking and elbows to the face/ chest and tripping and track cutting that was never called. However, the refs do know about a rule that most respectable refs would never bother about. No cussing. Which when the rule was read to us, we were not breaking the rule at all. The rule states that there will be no foul language directed at refs, fans, or spectators. We only us profanity at our own teammates. This may seem counter productive, but we are all redneck women, and that’s how we get shit done. So after a devastating loss 131-52, we went to Club Friday’s (TGI Fridays, where they triple ID) to party in Roanoke to prepare for Post Tax Smacks, an event we have participated in since I joined at least.
I only played four jams, normally I go in for consecutive jams, but I was saving myself for Sunday, I didn’t wanna be hurt, an unable to play on Sunday. Well, the last jam I skated I lost my temper, like really lost my temper. I was sick of bad calls, and no calls, and points being awarded to the other team (because the score keepers were new, and didn’t understand, so said Frodown, the head ref). I saw the jammer heading up the outside. Oh NO I SAID, I KILL YOU, I said. I FUCK YOU UP, I said. So I chased her up the inside, stalking and setting up my hit, but I got caught by her blocker. I noticed just as she was setting up to hit me. OH FUCK NO, NOW I FUCK YOU UP. So I got a running start, crouched down and blasted that bitch off the track. My good knee twisted and my knee cap slid to the outside. My good knee. Not my good knee, please. I skateboard pushed myself til the end of the jam, hit the bench and tried so hard to fight back tears of sadness, in an instant my derby career had ended. Temporary, I am a fighter and YOLO.
At the end of the game the Blackwater team took their victory lap and didn’t high five us. They didn’t high five us, that’s an awesome display of sports-womanship.
Post Tax Smacks!!!!
The next day! We show up full force with vets, only two or three freshies could go. We rocked that place so hard. We were separated into four teams and played a tourney style match up. Including co-ed bouts. I reported to Frodown, again head ref, to say I wouldn’t be skating because of my injury, and he asked me if I had bench coached before ( I hadn’t) and I said yes, how hard could it be? Turns out, only a smidgen harder than I thought. Good thing I am loud as shit. By this I mean, my teammates thought I was a howler monkey. I am pretty sure I could be heard outside the building. I bench coached for the Green Teams, girls and co-ed. I had a great time, we didn’t win, but I’m not upset. They all played hard and did the best possible. I knew it was a little much for a few skaters, the first all girls game I had 14 skaters on my roster, by the last game we played I only had 11. There were two faces I know I was missing for sure. Pizazz, and a Fresh-meat I didn’t get her name, she only had a number, but she had the prettiest blue mo-hawk. Pizazz had played with the Blackwater girls the night before, I wish I knew the reason why she never came to play for my team again. The Beckley Derby Dames also represented and I am sure they learned a lot about the pace of game-play that day.
Our team received awesome feedback from Post Tax, everyone said we were positive and exemplified sports-womanship. I am so proud of our team and the massive amount of derby that was accomplished this past weekend. After all the stress I have experienced with the team in the last few months was suddenly negated by the pride, honor, and love I have for my team right now.
I love my team. Great Job CVRG!
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