...would have been my roller derby name. Sadly, it is already taken by one of the kick-ass ladies of the Mile High Club. Check these chicks out. They are the definiton of hard core.
As you may have ascertained, I went to the roller derby on Saturday. I saw stuff like this:
but forgot my camera, of course. This photo of the Mile High Club vs. the Rat City All Stars is courtesy of Jules Doyle.
As anyone who knows me would have predicted, I promptly decided to become a roller derby girl. Did it matter that I am a terrible roller skater? Very little. That I despise playing any sport that requires a helmet? Even less. I would be the fastest, most tricky jammer the Denver Roller Dolls have ever seeen. You'll notice I was even peppering my inner monologue with derby lingo. It was in the bag. Until.
An incident in the parking lot. In which I was mildly injured while PRETENDING to be a roller doll. In a wheel-free pair of tennis shoes.
So yeah. Deadly long legs WOULD have been my roller derby name......
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Damn those long legs for getting caught up in my little feet and crushing both our dreams to become the next best roller derby dolls in the greater metro area!
Ha! I think general clumsiness was to blame. I guess we'll have to console ourselves with the fact that we are the best (and only) felt streamer manufacturers in the greater metro area...
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