God. Family. Vocation. Skate.
Real life sucks balls. Derby life, on the other hand, does not suck balls; or anything else, for that matter. I've come to understand the bold line
Not gonna lie. The sting of the loss from last month lingered for a while. That's part of the reason I've been silent these last few weeks. As m
Bombshells, Brutal Beauties, Coffin Draggers, Reflection, Runaway Brides, Schoolyard Scrappers
Back in my younger days I used to sport the Adidas jumpsuit and Kangol like they were underwear; I never left the house without wearing 'em. I was a
People ask me pretty often, "How the hell did you fall into coaching roller derby?" The simple answer is that my Lady is involved in the sport. Mo
Bombshells, Brutal Beauties, Reflection, Schoolyard Scrappers
I thought we were driving to San Diego but somewhere we took a wrong turn and we ended up in heaven. Roller derby heaven. Sunny skies, mild wea
After last months bout with the Scrappers, I didn't think the derby action and drama could unfolded any better. I was wrong. It did. After the
What a bout. I've been having difficulty over the last few days figuring out how to capture and quantify what happened at the Coliseum on Saturday nig
For some time now the Bombshells have been on their hands and knees crawling around the derby desert in this Arizona heat. Defeated, delirious and
I live for sports. I eat, sleep, drink, breathe for sports. I've always been a sponge for knowledge, ready to learn all about the next thing that
My adrenaline was running sky high. My head was spinning and static, like on a non-working tv channel, was piercing my ears. I was indoors but s