Beast of the East 2010

Spending 2 whole days in and around an arena filled with derby girls, watching my team play without me, feeling a vicarious derby high, all while knowing that I'll never play this wonderful sport again, was rather heart-wrenching... as I had predicted it would be. However, I did not run out of the arena in tears. And an even greater accomplishment of mine was that, all day Saturday, I only had a twinge of a headache despite the loud arena and, all day Sunday, I only had 1 major headache which I was able to placate by napping in the grass for a good 15-20 minutes. My brain is clearly healing more quickly than my previous concussions.

My team totally rocked the Beast. We came in 2nd. 1st, 2nd and 3rd place went to the 3 Montreal teams (FDR in 1st, La Racaille 2nd, and Ditas 3rd). The level of general competition was higher than it was last year. It seems though that Montreal Roller Derby is still a few steps ahead of all the southern Ontario teams.

I really love my team and my team says I'm Racaille for life, so YAY! But as of today, I've got to start mentally preparing myself to switch from derby girl to derby ref. I probably shouldn't be on skates just yet, so that gives me time to brush up on the rules, learn the ref hand signals and let myself get used to the idea of becoming "one of the boys" in this primarily female sport.

retirement

The doc says quit, so I must quit. 5 hours in ER. Examined by 2 doctors (one of whom had actually seen me play before). CT Scan (the technician happened to be a girl with whom I went to high school). And the verdict is: serious concussion, no brain damage, but must cut out the contact sports because the next concussion probably won't be so kind to me.

So this is the end.

I've announced my retirement to my team. And they insist that I stick around as part of the team nonetheless. So I shall be part of the La Racaille support staff, filling in whatever function is required: bench manager, babysitter, watergirl, chauffeur, film crew, cheerleader. I will continue to be there for my team.

And when my head is less wonky than it is at present, I intend to get back on skates and get back into shape just without the contact aspect of the sport. At the moment, I'm very much leaning towards becoming a ref for next season. That way, i'll be able to continue going to practices and training. I'll just keep my head out of the way when the hits are a-rollin'.

So far, that's the plan. Its the end of an era for me, but I'm eerily ok with that. As much as I was looking forward to this season, my brains come first.

Derby roadtrip of doom

6 years ago, I lost control of a pickup truck and wound up in the ditch. It was probably the least damaging car accident in the history of car accidents as all passengers and the vehicle suffered absolutely no injury or damage. However, my boss decided to nickname me Crash for the rest of the summer. And I'm starting to see how this is a rather fitting nickname for me.

Let me start from the beginning. This weekend, the Montreal Sexpos roadtripped out to Michigan for a derby game in Kalamazoo and then a scrimmage in Grand Rapids. Though I am not a current member of the Sexpos, I was asked to sub in and thus I took part in said roadtrip. The bout on Saturday night against the Killamazoo Derby Debutantes was in fact my first real game since Beast of the East 2009 and my concussion. I was ridiculously nervous before the bout to the point where I felt sick to my stomach. But once the game started rolling, all my nerves floated away and I was on fire. My lines always managed to work well together and pull off some excellent isolating. Some of the other lines fell apart a little. But I feel like my contribution to the track was definitely a worthy one.

The reffing however was horrendous. Honestly, I am rarely one to criticize the refs. I know how hard their job is and that they are volunteers. And as a rule, I love them. But this bunch of refs must have gotten together and smoked a ton of weed before the game or something because they were all over the place. Its possible it was just that there were refs from various different cities who all had different reffing styles that just didn't mesh. In any case, something was wrong out there. And my team lost their cool a few times.

The other team also lost their cool and grew increasingly aggressive on the track. In the second half of the game, hits to the face from the other team were not uncommon. In fact, I received 2 notable hits to the face. The first gave me a swollen lips and the mild taste of blood in my mouth. The second smashed me right in the eye. Luckily I was wearing protective prescription goggles which probably saved me from a serious black eye. However, I'm pretty sure they didn't save me from head trauma.

My brain has been in constant pain since that hit to the face (for while i received a penalty by some twisted logic). And having some considerable experience with concussions. I think its pretty safe to say that I'm 94% sure I am suffering from post-concussive syndrome. I'd love to be wrong. And I'll be scampering off to find out what medical professionals have to say on the subject within the next 24 hrs.

My head really needs to stop crashing into other people violently. There's only so much head trauma a girl can take.