I didn’t sell any tickets to our upcoming doubleheader. I feel terrible about this, as I know that skater ticket sales directly correlate with how many butts find their way to seats on bout day. I made a last-ditch effort to lure my aunt and uncle who live in a nearby college town to drive up for the bout, but they apologized, telling me they had a prior engagement.

Photo courtesy of Amanda Theriault / Two of my oldest friends drove down from Chicago to see one of my bouts last season. That was nice.

Sometimes it’s hard living in a city I’m not from. Besides the aunt and uncle, who only reside nearby during the academic year (mostly during our off-season), none of my family lives in the area. My friends outside of derby here remain few. Last season my number one fan in the audience was my boyfriend, but we broke up over the winter. That’s not to say that no one will be cheering for me come Saturday or that the bout will be any less fun — there will be league-mates and derby friends and our brothers from the Race City Rebels in attendance. But I will admit that it’s nice to have someone (or someones) on the sidelines who are just for you.