Seasoned Vet
I’ll be honest. Saturday (along with the rest of this weekend) is a smudge in my cranium. I remember one series of events very clearly from bout night. Conceded as it may be, it was my first jam of the game lining up as jammer.
The Antoinettes were up, but not by much. I got through the pack, lead jammer. It was like my feet were thinking independently of the rest of me. My skates knew better than my brain that I just wanted to go really, really fast! I don’t even think I thought about it. Or maybe I did, but I certainly don’t remember (Have I said that already? I can’t quite remember). I scored 11 points that jam.
The rest of the game… well, 2 periods of 20 minutes of play went by in a snap. I jammed one other time, making my best friend very angry that I didn’t jam more. I can’t control her feelings. I can just agree.
I’m not angry or upset at anything from Saturday, though. We all played like rock stars. And by all of us, I mean the whole league. We were finally able to welcome the skater tots to the world of derby! It’s weird being called a vet now. I feel equal to these girls. And let’s be honest… any one of them could knock me to the ground and point and laugh and any given time.
‘Til next time. November 18th. It’s a Sunday. I expect to see you all there. Cheering for the Antoinettes as they take on their former teammates (Punches). I’m calling it the black team grudge match. I can’t wait!
Final Scores:
Marigny Antoinettes 99, Crescent Wenches 60
Story Villains 75, Confederacy of Punches 59
Oh yeah, we won!
Apparently I’m 3 for 3 this weekend: Antoinettes, Tigers, and SAINTS!
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