Savannah Derby Devils away game bout number two under my belt, under a watchful eye because that's what we noobs do- watch. Something I'm perfectly a-ok with because at this point I'm still a glowing candidate for absolute slaughter.

Being the spectator is incredibly stressful. You kind of want to jump in there to relieve some of the burden off ( Read more... )

Life as a roller girl is full of reality checks and revelations. Those moments of clarity and sudden realizations can be summed up as follows: I’m not as strong as I think I am; I’m not as stupid as I think I am ( Read more... )

I’m sick. Again. And I think I can get away with pointing the finger at my b/f’s smoking which I don’t really give a shit about until I get sick and need to point fingers. I wish he’d actually succeed at quiting. Not for my sake, or his wallet, but hearing him wheeze (which sounds remarkably like a death rattle) ruins my sleep ( Read more... )

...a follow up to my unique and wholly unforgettable experience that was getting my IUD ( Read more... )

 It’s impossible to describe my first, public bout (the Fresh Meat Scrimmage) as a Savannah Derby Devil. I mean, really capture the feeling of it, the anxiety, the exhilaration, and the burning in my lungs so that you, dear reader, get the perfect picture. I want to give you the Kodak moment but instead you’re going to wind up with a Polaroid ( Read more... )

With my first public bout fast approaching, it dawned on me I never bothered to write so much a summary of what roller derby really is these days. Have I even mentioned the name of my team?

The truth is Google or Wikipedia can probably do a better job at explaining the modern sport than I can so I feel like the best I can do, and what I will do ( Read more... )

this is going to be a gripe post, a post slathered in anguish and frustration and you may be wondering why if you were privy to the one good thing that happened to me this week which just happens to be a momentous occassion (but i'll get to that later).

this week has been one of the strangest, trying weeks i've ever had. i questioned my ( Read more... )

I’m standing here at my second job carefully shifting my weight because once again I’m in some kinda hurt. I tell ya, roller derby was certainly the way to go to fulfill my dreams of having super toned thighs. They are burning. Two hours practicing plow stops will do that to you ( Read more... )

Good day Augusta Augustus August. Last month of summer. I’m not really one to gripe about the heat, oh to the contrary you’ll find me snickering at Savannah’s tourists when they lament the sun, but honestly I’m over it. Just as I soon as I tired of our extended winter this year, I’m ready for the fall to hit (and I’ll take that as a sign that I ( Read more... )

i've got my eye on this classroom with it's chairs and tables pushed to one side, polished floor, no carpet and i'm thinking about slapping on my skates and getting some practice laps in before real practice tonight. i passed derby tryouts which was a real miller high life kind of time, but it's serious now and it's far more intense than i ever ( Read more... )