I’m a writer so naturally I procrastinated until bout day to sew this on. So proud to wear this with my team tonight. It feels like the beginning of a new era for us.
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Reflections on roller derby
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Over Sunday coffee at my friend’s house in Chicago I found this in one of the alumni magazines published by my undergraduate alma mater. Here’s the original article about Varla Vendetta, which was published before the World Cup last year.
Some girls on my league have their first bout tonight and I’m going to miss it. I’m in Chicago to celebrate my aunt’s 65th birthday. You know, achieving that derby-life balance thing. Sort of. I already requested text updates from friends who are attending. I got to thinking about my first bout this week. I had to be cajoled into participating — it was a fresh meat showcase in a rust belt city about four hours away, which was probably a blessing because no one I know needed to see it. To put it very mildly, I did not know what the fuck I was doing. I had joined league about five months earlier and things were not clicking. The rules, the strategy, everything…