Storm in a B Cup: The Derby World

In derby you can get away with a lot of things that you can’t get away with in real life:

I can tell someone to give me their panties NOW aka their helmet cover

I can skate into someone full speed and bash them with my shoulder (legal move as long as you don’t hit them in the back)

I can wear fishnets, frills and/or lipstick while I play sport (hint- lipstick smudges on your mouthguard)

I can call myself Skate Shepherd, Kill Jill or Slammary Glands (as long as that skate name isn’t being used by a derby player anywhere else - in the WORLD)

I don’t have to say “I’m sorry” if I cut someone off, stop in front of them or knock them over because it is all part of the “Divine” game

I can learn to do superhero moves like The Superman (full body slide with arms in front like Supee) or The Rockstar (double knee slide stop with optional extended arms downward, palms out and chin up)

What’s not to love?? Ok- the occasional broken arm? – how’s that healing up Ella Kazam? (note that wasn’t a derby injury – but it still makes it difficult to skate), a few bruises? (yip- that is derby related and completely unavoidable) but I say pull up your big girl panties and just deal with it…