I look at this picture and laugh. I was young in my derby life — this was before I had any confidence. Before good wheels and bearings. Before I gained my derby butt. And it was about a broken collarbone and 10 pounds ago.
Tomorrow begins the Kansas City Roller Warriors’ drafting process. I’ve moved well beyond my previous holy-crap-KCRW-is-amazing-why-would-they-want-me panicky fear from my first days of practice. Now, anxiousness and excitement have taken over. Three days of drafting and then next week, I’ll officially find out what home team has invited Mary Lou Wretched to grace their lineup.
KCRW’s home teams are incredibly popular in this area. What that means is that instead of playing in front of the few hundred fans I’m used to, they tend to draw in about 2000 fans. The thought of that makes me want to both vomit and jump out of my skin. And from there, I’ll be working on my skills in an effort to make one of their traveling teams. Fingers crossed, I’ll be a member of Plan B this season, too.
So, friends, I ask that you please cross your fingers, knees, elbows and toes that I do well and bring my A game over the next few days. The fact of the matter is this: whether I end up a Dreadnought Dorothy or Knockout, a Black-Eye Susan or a Victory Vixen, I am about to skate with some of the best derby girls out there. Needless to say, this is going to be an incredible experience for me. And I couldn’t be happier.
Stay tuned, and keep sending the good vibes my way!
You will rock this, like you rock everything else. I am so proud of you, and I believe in you so very much.
Eat ’em up. You are harder than a coffin nail and carved out of a brick wall covered in brass knuckles. You don’t have icewater in your veins, you have battery acid (which doesn’t matter, becuase you could take a ten-stitch cut and not bleed.) You are the Mother of Dragons, Sister of Fate, and you went to high school with Victory.
And Victory totally copied off of you.