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…