Pimped out by my derby sisters

Rocket 95.1FM is my favorite radio station in Huntsville, and I never miss the Go Fish morning show on the way to work every morning.

Fish's sidekick, Ken, was just dumped by his girlfriend this past weekend, and they played the breakup on air. So by Wednesday, they decided to do a rebound radio contest to find Ken a rebound date. I was listening on my way into the office thinking... "What he needs is a derby girl!" and trying to ponder who on the team I could wake up at 7:30am to call in for the show.

But as I'm sitting there thinking this, MY phone rings. Its Bama Brewser, apparently I wasn't the only one who had the idea, only she had determined that it was ME that needed to go on and "take one for the team".... that I was the perfect candidate and that Oh by the way, she was calling Fish right now to give him my number. Yes, I have officially been pimped out by my league, folks.

Now, the Dixie Derby Girls have quite a reputation on the Fish morning show. Asian and Hell Razor have both given poor Ken a beat down before with a wooden paddle. (poor guy... those two don't even NEED a paddle to do some serious damage) So of course, Ken was already scared before I even arrived.

KEN: "How much can you bench?!?"

ME: "Oh, about 2 blockers...."

Fish was clearly enjoying his obvious fear, so I became the WILD CARD entry. (That's what HE said... I know!) I was the 3rd and final to show up at the studio on Thursday.

After a very quiet Ken asked a few small questions, the gauntlet was thrown down by Fish for an Arm Wrestling Competition. Let's just say score: eRacer X -2-, Ken -0- I tried to take it easy on him... honest, I did!

And for your viewing pleasure... you be the judge!





I offered up not just me, but a date with MULTIPLE derby girls. What guy turns down a chance to be a total stud with a bunch of HOT derby girls on his arms? Alas, I think he was worried he couldn't handle it and they chose one of the other contestants.

No Sleep + Derby = OUCH.

In all my years of athletic endeavours, I've come to depend on my unnatural level of endurance under pressure and my borderline masochistic tolerance of pain. But every once in awhile, my body is sure to tell me when its had enough with a big EFF YOU. That was the case at our first home bout this year, the Spring BLAST OFF. I knew that I had burned my candle both ends too thin, but since when is that ever a problem!?

My bout week was spent under chaotic stress and pressure of my biggest career tradeshow of the year in Las Vegas. 10 hour days on my feet, followed by hosting social events for our dealers and customers into the nights. I hadn't had more than 4 hours of sleep a night in weeks. (I did get in a quick practice with the Sin City Roller Girls while there though, thanks ladies!) Top that off, I wasn't leaving Las Vegas until 12:40 AM, the DAY OF THE BOUT. Yep, the redeye back east and landing in time to change, get ready, and get to the VBC for the Spring Blast off.

Our B-team was playing first thankfully, so I had time to get some pasta into my system, and drink a good amount of energy supplements in hopes of boosting my jet-lagged system for the bout. We would be playing the Panama City Roller Girls from Florida, and I was told they were a fast bunch. A quick look at the line up (I hadn't seen it at all since I had been in Vegas all week), and I was on jammer rotation for the start of the game.

Warming up, I was trying to conserve as much energy as possible. I didn't want to over do it and run out of my reserve fuel for the bout. Hindsight, that might've been my mistake. The bout started with CU Afterclass scoring a quick 10 point jam, I followed with 15 points and Wicked One another 5. I went in for 2 more jammer cycles, scoring 4 and 3 points respectively, and by that point we had built a pretty large lead and were switching to our alternate roster, which put me into block.

And that's where it went horribly wrong. I was playing power and got tangled up with a sliding blocker who cagged my skate and fell on top of my ill-placed knee. I hit the ground and couldn't get up. It hurt really bad, but I figured it was something I could walk off. They wheeled me back to the bench, and I sat there poking my knee for a few jams and getting the medic to wrap it with an ace wrap. I'm used to playing with some discomfort (ie.. if it ain't broke, it ain't nuttin), so near the end of the 1st half, I decided to go back in.

That lasted oh, about 20 feet. One of the PCRG blockers came at me at the front of the pack and I went to easily counterblock her, but when I pushed against my right knee, it collapsed underneath me and I went down hard again with shooting pain at the back of my knee. I knew I was done, my body gave me the big EFF YOU and decided it was through.

I couldn't put weight on my knee all day Sunday, but it seems to be doing a bit better today, and I'm hoping its just some muscular damage opposed to something worse.

Dixie ended up winning 192-63. Out of the 3 jams that I played as a jammer, I managed 22 points, lead all 3 jams and had +22 in my plus/minus total. I was pretty happy with that considering I had zero sleep.

Fingers crossed that my knee makes a complete recovery by next week... we have one of our biggest games of the season against #5 Houston on May 2nd!