I have watched A League of Their Own (ALOTO) twice in the last week now and once about a month ago. Before derby it was just a silly movie about girls playing baseball during the war while the men were away.
Now I can relate in so many ways. Yet another way derby has changed my thoughts. The league starts out with very few fans so that the girls have to use sex appeal and tricks to attract more people. I suppose that's what the pioneering Texas Rollergirls down there in Austin did. If anyone has watched Hell on Wheels, then you know what I am saying here. If you haven't seen it then shame, shame, shame on you! I mean it's free all over the damn internet. And I KNOW you have internet because you are reading this! Just Google it. Seriously. Here is a link to the info just to make it easier for you.
And here is a link to the Netflix streaming edition
After getting asses in the seats via promoting the whole girls-on-skates-hitting-each-other; roller derby began to make its comeback and people started coming for the sport. Just like in ALOTO!
The emotions running high, the different personas of the players, the bruises...the socks! The devotion. Long bus and car rides.
The Peaches remind me a lot of my own team and some other players from other teams as well.
Dottie reminds me of Elbow, with her unassuming beauty that makes her viciousness on the playing field a surprise!
May and Doris remind me a lot of Minnie, Cosmo, and Megger.
Marla reminds me of a culmination of girls...not from her homely looks in the beginning...but her huge transformation from the sport. I am not sure which on i identify with...maybe Kit...I don't know.
They fought for their leagues, fought amongst themselves and got into a couple of pickles.
But when they were older, when they looked back...it was the best time of their lives. Just like derby is now to me...to us.
Derby love.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Injury and how much it sucks
Being injured stinks. It makes a derby girl feel disconnected, frustrated, and pissed off.
My body is supposed to be a weapon on the track. I am supposed to be tough.
My body let me down and no matter how much I try to will it to do what I want it to do, it just won't! And that irks me!
I am frustrated that it is taking so long for my knee to decide that it is going to stay in the groove that it was intended to stay in and now it has left my quad weak as hell. Which, as every derby girl knows, is not so good for a good derby stance...or even walking up and down the stairs to do the insurmountable piles of laundry that have built up during the weeks I haven't been able to walk up and down the freakin' stairs. My fault, really, for moving to a split level. Yeah. Bad call on that I guess. Whatever.
The advice I have repeatedly gotten from the doctor, other skaters, coaches and the like are to take it easy. Don't jump back into it only to continually get hurt again and again with the same injury. Give it time to heal. Blah, blah, blah.
I mean, I KNOW they are right. I KNOW I need to give it time to heal. I KNOW that if it still hurts and swells like this that I shouldn't skate. I know that if just trying to cross one leg over the other feels like my knee is going to blow out that I shouldn't....
But I WANT to! I am desperate for it. It's like I am jonesing for it like derby is a drug. I don't think I can survive much longer without putting my skates and stinky pads on and hitting the track with my girls. To be getting my game face on for our season opener in a month.
I want to be in the middle of the action. I want to know what the joke was over there on the pivot line that had the packs cracking up! Did someone drop ass? Did MOAB tell one of her horribly lame, but funny, jokes? Did someone tell Stella to try to keep up (because that never gets old!)?
I want to be learning those skills I see the girls perfecting. They look awesome and I know that even when I get back on skates that I won't be awesome for a while. I want to effing HIT SOMEBODY!
I want to get done with practice and NOT be able to smell the derby girl stench because I smell just as bad. Now all I smell is something similar to cat pee mixed with fried raccoon hair. Ew.
I want! I want! I want!
In the end, I am sure I will wait it out....but just barely. It reminds me of what my OB-GYN told me after I had my second son: the doctors will tell you to wait six weeks after having a baby before you have relations again....hoping you will wait three.
I will be back, I will work hard to catch up, and I will not give up! And maybe, just maybe...I will go up and down the stairs to wash my pads. Maybe.
My body is supposed to be a weapon on the track. I am supposed to be tough.
My body let me down and no matter how much I try to will it to do what I want it to do, it just won't! And that irks me!
I am frustrated that it is taking so long for my knee to decide that it is going to stay in the groove that it was intended to stay in and now it has left my quad weak as hell. Which, as every derby girl knows, is not so good for a good derby stance...or even walking up and down the stairs to do the insurmountable piles of laundry that have built up during the weeks I haven't been able to walk up and down the freakin' stairs. My fault, really, for moving to a split level. Yeah. Bad call on that I guess. Whatever.
The advice I have repeatedly gotten from the doctor, other skaters, coaches and the like are to take it easy. Don't jump back into it only to continually get hurt again and again with the same injury. Give it time to heal. Blah, blah, blah.
I mean, I KNOW they are right. I KNOW I need to give it time to heal. I KNOW that if it still hurts and swells like this that I shouldn't skate. I know that if just trying to cross one leg over the other feels like my knee is going to blow out that I shouldn't....
But I WANT to! I am desperate for it. It's like I am jonesing for it like derby is a drug. I don't think I can survive much longer without putting my skates and stinky pads on and hitting the track with my girls. To be getting my game face on for our season opener in a month.
I want to be in the middle of the action. I want to know what the joke was over there on the pivot line that had the packs cracking up! Did someone drop ass? Did MOAB tell one of her horribly lame, but funny, jokes? Did someone tell Stella to try to keep up (because that never gets old!)?
I want to be learning those skills I see the girls perfecting. They look awesome and I know that even when I get back on skates that I won't be awesome for a while. I want to effing HIT SOMEBODY!
I want to get done with practice and NOT be able to smell the derby girl stench because I smell just as bad. Now all I smell is something similar to cat pee mixed with fried raccoon hair. Ew.
I want! I want! I want!
In the end, I am sure I will wait it out....but just barely. It reminds me of what my OB-GYN told me after I had my second son: the doctors will tell you to wait six weeks after having a baby before you have relations again....hoping you will wait three.
I will be back, I will work hard to catch up, and I will not give up! And maybe, just maybe...I will go up and down the stairs to wash my pads. Maybe.
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