Monday, April 24, 2006 Best sport ever
Our first bout was last night, and if you missed it, well, shit. I can't say I didn't warn you that it was going to be awesome.
If you came, I thank you over and over again. It meant a lot to me.
My team lost to the Mobtown Mods: 143-155. We nearly made a massive comeback at the end, and I think it was a really exciting game. We were all playing hard.
My main regret is that my teammate, Minerva Vavoom, was out with a broken ankle, and so was Ivana E. Chabrains of the Mods. They were there on their crutches, though.
One of my housemates got to see us before she moved out for good today, so if that bout is her last Baltimore memory of me, then it's all to the good.
There's so much I want to write about, but I'm pretty exhausted, still, and the neighbors really need to get a stronger wireless signal if I'm going to live up to my full internet potential. posted by Frenz | 4/24/2006 04:53:00 PM
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Thursday, April 20, 2006 The first day of the rest of your life
A year ago today I wore a cute new t-shirt and some pants*, and I went to work, where a friend I now know as Meanie Mouse did my hair. Then I I had to sit through a long, hair-related motivational program. My boss at the time provided pizza, but then stranded it in the dead center of the circle of bored hairdressers, so that pizza access was severely compromised.
After work I walked the usual way home, but I stopped in a bar full of bloggers, and I met Tracy for the first time, and we talked nerd talk and looked longingly at each other. This was before roller derby, so we talked about the internet and the bus and being bewildered that people manage to find and keep jobs. It was a simpler time.
Then we went elsewhere and behaved like animals who had been drinking. Went a couple elsewheres, actually.
It's been a good year.
*In those days, I'd rarely leave the house without pants. How I've changed! posted by Frenz | 4/20/2006 03:39:00 PM
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Tuesday, April 18, 2006 pain and suffering
Oh, wide world of middle-aged dudes, I'm not asking you whether you want your coffee for here or to go just to fuck with you. I am asking because it matters what kind of cup it goes into, because you can't take our pretty mugs home without paying an additional fee, and because I can't read your mind. I know I'm going to be your mean barista anecdote if I do anything but smile in the face of it, but here, from my house to yours, is a hearty "Get bent."
Not that I'm complaining. I'm just spitting venom. Is difference.
What a country.
My teammate Minerva Vavoom broke her ankle last night, and I feel so bad for her. The bout is in less than a week, and she'll be in a cast for 6-8 weeks, plus physical therapy and everything. It kills me, because she's a good skater. I try and pretend I am immune from all injury. I'm going to keep pretending, but, man. I'm kind of afraid to walk under my own power this week. Earlier I opened the milk fridge door right into my shin. There may be a curse in the offing. posted by Frenz | 4/18/2006 03:23:00 PM
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Friday, April 14, 2006 A parable
This story takes place a few weeks ago:
After the Whiskey Brawl, Tracy and I were skating back to the car when a man came up on the sidewalk and started laughing. Then he said, "Hey, sexy, that's what's UP! Gimme a hug."
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So I hugged him.
We skated on. A few yards down the road, a woman sitting in a parked car rolled down her window. "What did he say to you?" she asked. "He said, 'Hey, sexy, that's what's up. Gimme a hug," Tracy said.
She gazed levelest gaze I have ever felt in my life, on roller skates or off them. "Don't do that no more," she said.
I obeyed. I don't even know that guy. I know a lot of other people, though, and I've hugged them. The other night at practice, my team, The Night Terrors scrimmaged against the Mobtown Mods, the team we're going to be playing in the first bout, which is Sunday, April 23 and still has tickets available. It was close. We'd win a jam or two and hold them back, but then they'd have a dramatic comeback and tie up the score again, or move ahead and get us scared enough that we got serious. In the end, we beat them, but it kind of didn't matter. This is going to sound really corny, but everyone had played really well, and we were all just excited to be playing the game. Instead of slapping hands, we hugged.
The other teams looked at us like, "Don't do that no more."
Whatevs. Huuuuuuugs!
P.S.: I am still very tough. posted by Frenz | 4/14/2006 03:15:00 PM
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Friday, April 07, 2006 Lady Showmen
Right now, my roller derby team is discussing whether to write anything on our bloomers for the first bout. I think I'm going to go with the Gettysburg Address. Others will have to content themselves with haiku or abbreviations or something, but I've been eating a champion's diet of pie for YEARS.
The bout. The bout, the bout. I'm not even doing much to help get ready for it (Rotten of me, but would you rather be promised help and let down, or promised nothing? I know me too well to go aroudn volunteering for things.) and I'm still thinking about it all the time. The tickets are dwindling just as fast as I'd predicted. The VIP seats are already gone. If you're going, get 'em while you can. If you're not going, reconsider your dumb priorities and go.
It's true that we're going to have bouts once a month all summer, but every single one will be different, like violent little snowflakes. Also, the very first one is special. My team, I know, is going to do all kinds of crazy crap for this one. By the second one, we might have learned somme common sense, so by God come out for the first one. posted by Frenz | 4/07/2006 02:20:00 PM
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Tuesday, April 04, 2006 In this I believe
It is adorable when people wearing hands-free cell phones gesture wildly and jerk their heads around out in public. We should issue these headsets to the homeless. Then everyone will always be normal again. posted by Frenz | 4/04/2006 12:25:00 PM
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