Tuesday Nights: Derby (yes it’s lengthy but it’s a pretty good read, I’d say)
Tonight was the greatest…
Well here’s the thing: after identifying my weakness[es] a while back, I decided that the best thing to do would be to not give up like a sissy girl. So I didn’t. I’ve been working my ass off for the past couple of months. Though not literally—that would be horrible. LOL. Anyway, I’ve been slowly but SURELY seeing my progress. Little by little, I’ve gotten faster, more agile, more attentive, more resilient; the results of which I’ve been observing in tiny increments during practices. As if all I deserved was a little pat on the back. From myself.
But put that all together in one night and it’s the bees knees. Months of pushing myself UGH it all just poured out on the track. JUST POURED ON THE TRACK.
We scrimmaged tonight. I happened to forget my white shirt at home, so I was on the black team. We had Grrrl Friday of the Bosses on our team. We also had Misfits, who’s a boss. I mean everything she does, she does it like a boss. She’s not a Boss, though. Get it…? Because one of our home teams is the Bosses? Well, whatever. We also had alterKATEion (she’s so sweet). With the addition of myself, we were pretty much unstoppable, aha. Sorry for the arrogance, but I think I’ve earned it. I jammed a few times. Maybe three. Not sure. What matters in this story, however, is that holy shit, I slid through those blockers. I even jumped the apex during a jam. I JUMPED THE MOTHERFUCKING APEX. I don’t think my non-derby enthusiast followers will understand what the hell I mean by that and why it’s so special, but trust me, it is.
After getting grand slams every jam I jammed for, I was kind of tired so I retreated back to blocking. Ha. The girls on my team were all, “way to go!” or “good job!” and such when I’d come back to the box. ( ‘: I’ve heard that before, but…it just means so much more these days. Even Rush, our trainer, told me I was doing great. This guy doesn’t just HAND out compliments, people. So happy…Maybe I’m doing so well because I’m playing against rookies, but it’s still something.
Then, finally, when we were all taking our gear off and such, I was waiting around for change (I bought two more tickets for the March 17 opener) and Grrrl Friday comes up and tells me that I did great, etc, etc and that…
…and that I’m gonna be a great jammer. I’m gonna be a jammer, guys. I’m one of the chosen ones.