I WILL NEVER PLAY ROLLER DERBY AGAIN AND YOU CAN’T MAKE ME.
Tonight I made a tough decision. I say it was tough. It wasn’t really.
It was a snap decision, and as soon as I said it out loud it was like ripping off a plaster.
I won’t be bouting in September. I’m not going to play roller derby for a very long time. I’m not necessarily retiring from the sport. I’m just calling an official review.
I got hit in the face at practice tonight, twice. The second time I bust my lip and hurt my teeth. THE teeth. My poorly, dislodged-only-two-months-ago teeth. God I could have punched myself in the face I felt so frustrated over it. Why did I risk this?
It was completely unintentional of course, no one was out to get me. We were trying new stuff and my stupid face got in the way. But it really shook me.
I ran off crying like a MASSIVE GIRL, followed by our lovely ref Nick who calmed me down before watching me carefully remove my mouthguard and informing me everything looked o.k.
My lip had bled, I’d tasted the blood and touched it with my fingers… and FREAKED. I know us derby girls are tough – but there’s tough and then there’s just stupid. I am too superficial to lose two front teeth, so I’m throwing the towel in.
I know it seems like I’m being a princess (as Terri would say), but I don’t care.
Sven said I’m welcome back in the zebra huddle… it’s now my safe place.
I want my stripes back, now and for good.