Monday, May 4, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
My First Bout
By Violet Assault
March 21st 2009
This is the big day. This is what all my hard work, sweat and tears have been for. Feeling like I don't completely know what the heck I'm doing or really what to expect, but having a really good group of women behind me. That helped push me and give me the basics to do what it is they know I can. For them I am completely grateful.
The drive up wasn't so bad. I brought along a bag just in case I decided to get sick. I had purposely tried not to think about my first bout knowing I would get myself worked up about it. We made it to the hotel with not much time to spare. So I visited with a few people, and gave DD and Red the gifts my girls had sent. Now the sick feeling started to kick in.
3:45pm, time to get dressed. 4:15pm, time to head to the venue. We get there, so many people. Oh Lord! What am I doing? Vermicious Knid asked if I would like some pizza. Pizza! How can you think of eating at a time like this? I am so going to toss my cookies at any minute.
Ok, it's game time. Alright Violet, put your game face on. Time to get focused. You can do this. Let's go. This floor is a little bit different to skate on but not so bad. So the first jam goes well. Second jam. I'm up. Oh my god! Here I go. Violet get in there and block your ass off. First whistle!Second Whistle! Here we go Divas! This isn't so bad. One time around the track. Two times around the track. Third time around here comes a skater from the Regiment. Block her! Block Her! Oh crap! Back block. No! No! Violet to the box! It's not so bad, right? She went down. That was so much fun. I can go again Trash Kitty. Put me in. Yes! We won!
That bout was so awesome. It's such a rush. I love my derby family.
The drive up wasn't so bad. I brought along a bag just in case I decided to get sick. I had purposely tried not to think about my first bout knowing I would get myself worked up about it. We made it to the hotel with not much time to spare. So I visited with a few people, and gave DD and Red the gifts my girls had sent. Now the sick feeling started to kick in.
3:45pm, time to get dressed. 4:15pm, time to head to the venue. We get there, so many people. Oh Lord! What am I doing? Vermicious Knid asked if I would like some pizza. Pizza! How can you think of eating at a time like this? I am so going to toss my cookies at any minute.
Ok, it's game time. Alright Violet, put your game face on. Time to get focused. You can do this. Let's go. This floor is a little bit different to skate on but not so bad. So the first jam goes well. Second jam. I'm up. Oh my god! Here I go. Violet get in there and block your ass off. First whistle!Second Whistle! Here we go Divas! This isn't so bad. One time around the track. Two times around the track. Third time around here comes a skater from the Regiment. Block her! Block Her! Oh crap! Back block. No! No! Violet to the box! It's not so bad, right? She went down. That was so much fun. I can go again Trash Kitty. Put me in. Yes! We won!
That bout was so awesome. It's such a rush. I love my derby family.
Live Hard! Play Hard!
Violet Assault
Violet Assault
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Inspiring the Future
Thank you to Girl Scout troop 448 for coming to visit us on Jan 20th. We were very happy to show you how you can work as a team and be strong women.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Friday Night in the Quad Cities
by Bombadee #00
Val Cappone from the Windy City Rollers announced for four leagues split into two teams; red and black with myself and Literate Her #44 on the Black team and DD Hunter #12ga., Ms. Quik #77, Hot Pepper #68, Redneck #1980, & the Warrior #217 on the Red team. The bout coordinator in Quad Cities did a wonderful job of splitting the teams up. Every league had ladies on both sides and the talent wasn't lopsided making for a very exciting and close bout.
Despite team Red screaming out of the pack with a 15 point jam at the top of the bout by the end of period one team black was 20 points ahead. Period two team Black kept their lead until I (yes, all my fault) got knocked out of bounds in the last jam and thought the person that knocked me out also went out of bounds and hit the floor and so I jumped back on the track in front of them earning myself a one minute stay in the penalty box with a cardboard cutout of G.W. Bush while the unopposed red jammer nearly tied up the game ending period two 98 to 97.
Just before the last period team Red all put their hands in and chanted something and threw their hands towards the heavens like one cohesive machine on 112 wheels while team black lounged around on their bench and sweated. I was worried my team we may have lost heart, but if we had it didn't matter, we had enough skill to pull ahead little by little, scoring 4 - 5 points each play, calling it (ending the play) and restarting with a fresh jammer every couple of minutes during the last period. The short plays were welcome as some of the heaviest hits were landed during the last period. My legs weren't listening to what I was telling them anymore, especially after getting sent into the chairs skates first landing in Tally Turmoil's lap. Moments after finding my way back onto the track I took a hit from Jen Detta's shoulder square in the chest. It was so hard I'm pretty sure it may have chopped 4 seconds off of the end of my life (I'm ok Mom, no permanent marks, really.) The short jam strategy worked to our advantage in the end and the Black and Bruise Sisters won by 20-ish points. Final score 150-ish to 130-ish*.
To the crowd's pleasure there was a fight in the last four seconds of the bout. Just before the clock wound down a blocker form our side and a jammer from their side went down right in front of our bench and then it was all a flury of red and black swinging and kicking with referee stripes zooming in from all directions to pulling them apart. The fight, lasting a whole three seconds, will I'm sure be what the crowd remembers the longest, however I will remember how much fun and how sweet everyone was to us. Thank you ladies.
*I'm not sure why I can never catch the score and remember it at the end of a bout. I think something about the roller derby makes me revert to using the primal part of my brain and the rest slows down to make room for fight or flight fun. Honestly it sometimes takes an hour or so for me to be able to answer questions intelligently after a bout (and sometimes even practice.) I sometimes say "Helmet on Brain off" to explain my bewilderment to newer team mates who ask me to further explain the strategy behind plays that just happened.
The Warrior, Me & Val Cappone
Jammers: Sugar & Slice, Pink Taco, Me, the Warrior & Ms. Quik
Red White and Bruise 1-23-09 Davenport, IA
Val Cappone from the Windy City Rollers announced for four leagues split into two teams; red and black with myself and Literate Her #44 on the Black team and DD Hunter #12ga., Ms. Quik #77, Hot Pepper #68, Redneck #1980, & the Warrior #217 on the Red team. The bout coordinator in Quad Cities did a wonderful job of splitting the teams up. Every league had ladies on both sides and the talent wasn't lopsided making for a very exciting and close bout.
Despite team Red screaming out of the pack with a 15 point jam at the top of the bout by the end of period one team black was 20 points ahead. Period two team Black kept their lead until I (yes, all my fault) got knocked out of bounds in the last jam and thought the person that knocked me out also went out of bounds and hit the floor and so I jumped back on the track in front of them earning myself a one minute stay in the penalty box with a cardboard cutout of G.W. Bush while the unopposed red jammer nearly tied up the game ending period two 98 to 97.
Just before the last period team Red all put their hands in and chanted something and threw their hands towards the heavens like one cohesive machine on 112 wheels while team black lounged around on their bench and sweated. I was worried my team we may have lost heart, but if we had it didn't matter, we had enough skill to pull ahead little by little, scoring 4 - 5 points each play, calling it (ending the play) and restarting with a fresh jammer every couple of minutes during the last period. The short plays were welcome as some of the heaviest hits were landed during the last period. My legs weren't listening to what I was telling them anymore, especially after getting sent into the chairs skates first landing in Tally Turmoil's lap. Moments after finding my way back onto the track I took a hit from Jen Detta's shoulder square in the chest. It was so hard I'm pretty sure it may have chopped 4 seconds off of the end of my life (I'm ok Mom, no permanent marks, really.) The short jam strategy worked to our advantage in the end and the Black and Bruise Sisters won by 20-ish points. Final score 150-ish to 130-ish*.
To the crowd's pleasure there was a fight in the last four seconds of the bout. Just before the clock wound down a blocker form our side and a jammer from their side went down right in front of our bench and then it was all a flury of red and black swinging and kicking with referee stripes zooming in from all directions to pulling them apart. The fight, lasting a whole three seconds, will I'm sure be what the crowd remembers the longest, however I will remember how much fun and how sweet everyone was to us. Thank you ladies.
*I'm not sure why I can never catch the score and remember it at the end of a bout. I think something about the roller derby makes me revert to using the primal part of my brain and the rest slows down to make room for fight or flight fun. Honestly it sometimes takes an hour or so for me to be able to answer questions intelligently after a bout (and sometimes even practice.) I sometimes say "Helmet on Brain off" to explain my bewilderment to newer team mates who ask me to further explain the strategy behind plays that just happened.
The Warrior, Me & Val Cappone
Jammers: Sugar & Slice, Pink Taco, Me, the Warrior & Ms. Quik
Red White and Bruise 1-23-09 Davenport, IA
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Quad City Rollers Host Derby Action
Come out and see a few of your Stateline Divas play in a Red and Blue Bout, This coming Friday, January 23rd in Davenport, Iowa.Doors open at 6:30, action starts at 7:00
Game will be played at Beyond the Baseline 1540 w 12th street, Davenport, Iowa.
$10.00 at the door.
Children 12 and under free.
For advance ticket info contact one of your friendly Divas
bombadee@statelinedivas.com
ddhunter@statelinedivas.com
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Mid Iowa Rollers vs Omaha Rollergirls
By Bombadee #00
Me and my skatey ladies Tally Turmoil, Redneck B. Yotch and Jackie O'No are traveling out to Des Moines this Saturday night to sub for the Mid Iowa Rollers against the Omaha Rollergirls. I'm excited to be bouting, I'm on my third season and Tally, Red and Jackie are beginning their second seasons so we are used to skating together and Mid Iowa played against us twice last season, we won one at home and they won one at their house, so the skill level is about the same. It's be especially nice because we have a slew of new skaters on the Divas this season and it'll be a few months at least before we are able to even scrimmage against each other even in practice. (I'll be fine Mom - I promise)
***
First of all can I say the room MIR gave us was wonderful. I slept like a rock and I'm sure I would've even had I not had 3 beers and 2 shots, skated in a bout that evening and danced until I almost dropped at the afterbout party. We played hard and it was a fairly tight game with the score at 39 - 51 at the end of the first period. In the second period Omaha pulled ahead by quite a bit, we were serving penalties like crazy and had a few jams with our jammer in penalty. I bonked my cheek bone on the top of someone's helmet when we both went down and iced it in between jams but no mark, just a little tender to the touch and I kept playing anyway. Coach Big Truck gave us some solid advice and in the third period and C-Tal Fa-Tal (MIR jammer) grabbed lead jammer a couple of times scoring as well as holding off Omaha's jammer and stopping their rampant scoring. Final score was something like 82 - 140 (I'll have to double check on that.) It was a great match up, lots of passion (I think Disturb Ya #420 broke her thumb she was playing so hard), no major injuries and many smiles, bruises and high fives afterward.
Me and my skatey ladies Tally Turmoil, Redneck B. Yotch and Jackie O'No are traveling out to Des Moines this Saturday night to sub for the Mid Iowa Rollers against the Omaha Rollergirls. I'm excited to be bouting, I'm on my third season and Tally, Red and Jackie are beginning their second seasons so we are used to skating together and Mid Iowa played against us twice last season, we won one at home and they won one at their house, so the skill level is about the same. It's be especially nice because we have a slew of new skaters on the Divas this season and it'll be a few months at least before we are able to even scrimmage against each other even in practice. (I'll be fine Mom - I promise)***
First of all can I say the room MIR gave us was wonderful. I slept like a rock and I'm sure I would've even had I not had 3 beers and 2 shots, skated in a bout that evening and danced until I almost dropped at the afterbout party. We played hard and it was a fairly tight game with the score at 39 - 51 at the end of the first period. In the second period Omaha pulled ahead by quite a bit, we were serving penalties like crazy and had a few jams with our jammer in penalty. I bonked my cheek bone on the top of someone's helmet when we both went down and iced it in between jams but no mark, just a little tender to the touch and I kept playing anyway. Coach Big Truck gave us some solid advice and in the third period and C-Tal Fa-Tal (MIR jammer) grabbed lead jammer a couple of times scoring as well as holding off Omaha's jammer and stopping their rampant scoring. Final score was something like 82 - 140 (I'll have to double check on that.) It was a great match up, lots of passion (I think Disturb Ya #420 broke her thumb she was playing so hard), no major injuries and many smiles, bruises and high fives afterward.
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