Roller derby. According to legend (and the 'history' section of their website), in April 2004 a handful of kick-ass ladies were chatting about the derby craze sweeping the scary state of Texas and a few weeks later Seattle's very own flat-track roller derby league, the Rat City Roller Girls, was born. I have been to a couple of bouts and, despite not knowing the difference between a jammer and a blocker, was mesmerized by those tough, aggressive chicks on skates who weren't afraid to take a nasty fall or throw a 'bow at their competitors. I mean, with names like Ima Handful, Primp Daddy and Rebel Belle how could you not be enamored with these roller skating spitfires? Tonight the league held their championship bout, the last match of the 2010 season, and unfortunately I wasn't there to cheer on the eighty or so women who both terrify and inspire me with one glance. Sadly, I don't know many people who are into roller derby so I ended up hanging out with the family, noshing on some of mom's home cooking, and catching up on a couple of episodes of "So You Think You Can Dance." Yep, that's me - party animal on a Saturday night. If, however, a certain super hip California guy named Jason had happened to be in town, I'm sure I could've dragged him to Key Arena to partake in some cold beer, counter culture, and sweaty ladies skating circles 'round the floor. Perhaps next year when you and I are finally friends, Jason, we can catch a bout or two. I don't have the courage to try out for one of the teams, but I would love it if you came up with a clever name for me. Something that is sexy, wry, and strikes fear into the hearts of all who hear it will do quite nicely. Saturday, June 5, 2010
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Roller derby. According to legend (and the 'history' section of their website), in April 2004 a handful of kick-ass ladies were chatting about the derby craze sweeping the scary state of Texas and a few weeks later Seattle's very own flat-track roller derby league, the Rat City Roller Girls, was born. I have been to a couple of bouts and, despite not knowing the difference between a jammer and a blocker, was mesmerized by those tough, aggressive chicks on skates who weren't afraid to take a nasty fall or throw a 'bow at their competitors. I mean, with names like Ima Handful, Primp Daddy and Rebel Belle how could you not be enamored with these roller skating spitfires? Tonight the league held their championship bout, the last match of the 2010 season, and unfortunately I wasn't there to cheer on the eighty or so women who both terrify and inspire me with one glance. Sadly, I don't know many people who are into roller derby so I ended up hanging out with the family, noshing on some of mom's home cooking, and catching up on a couple of episodes of "So You Think You Can Dance." Yep, that's me - party animal on a Saturday night. If, however, a certain super hip California guy named Jason had happened to be in town, I'm sure I could've dragged him to Key Arena to partake in some cold beer, counter culture, and sweaty ladies skating circles 'round the floor. Perhaps next year when you and I are finally friends, Jason, we can catch a bout or two. I don't have the courage to try out for one of the teams, but I would love it if you came up with a clever name for me. Something that is sexy, wry, and strikes fear into the hearts of all who hear it will do quite nicely. 
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