Finally, we made it up to Peterborough and the park which was filled with longboard skaters occupying the rink before game time. The calendar of events called it a Special Pride Week Exhibition Scrimmage (with “school yard pick of players from Peterborough, Durham, Lindsay, Northumberland, and Toronto leagues and beyond (including Alliston and Grey Bruce).” The time of the scrimmage made this unusual with its start time at 6:30 p.m. In September this meant playing and photographing in the golden hour and then rapidly dwindling daylight. In essence, this became an outdoor night bout. And with the oncoming of night meant the onset of cold temperatures. The Derby braved it out on the rough and cracked rink surface to show how Derby is played, tumbles and jams and penalties and all.
One of the hardy ones from that night is the author and true voice of this unlikely story. Gentle Readers, ladies and gents alike, here is Tracey Tan-HER.
y co-worker, and voice of reason, thought I was off my nut.
I had just returned from work after a two month sick leave because of an unfortunate motorcycle accident that broke both my wrists. I was overweight, out of shape, and hadn’t been on roller skates in 30 years. Yet, I could hardly wait until a decent hour to call the telephone number to find out about the upcoming fresh meat class.
I’m 42 years old. I have never been athletic. In high school I was a mathlete.
Currently I am a shift worker who works a lot of nights, so one night at work during the early hours I was cruising kijiji when I spotted an ad for a local derby team and I was immediately intrigued.
Hours later when I finally made the call, I found out that the fresh meat classes were starting in four days.
I drove off to Barrie (about two hours from home) the following day to buy a complete fresh meat package. I was told the cost would be around $200 to $350. The course itself would be another $130, including insurance.
As I learned from the wonderful Rumbling Rage sales clerk (Renny Rumble, #1205 on CN Power, Smoke City Betties and Misfit Militia ) that as everything in life, one gets what one pays for. Because I was 5 feet two inches tall and close to 200 pounds, I needed more substantial skates. When I mentioned my recently busted wrists, I was advised better wrist guards were needed. I left spending slightly more than $500. Never buy equipment from someone who doesn’t play derby—Renny has forgotten more about derby and equipment that I hope to ever learn and she was patient and extremely helpful.
he first day of fresh meat was enlightening—I could hardly stand on my skates. Still, I was determined to soldier on. I had tried other exercise programs and always lost interest, but roller derby was far cooler than pilates or jazzercise.
By my third practice, I felt comfortable on the skates. I remembered how to do the cross-overs on the corners, and the equipment gave me the confidence to be a little more daring. I discovered a local arena in Neustadt that still had roller skating on Friday nights (aka the “Land that Time Forgot”—they still play 80’s music there).
Then came facebook and through it the connections, knowing the different leagues, the clinics with experienced players! Including Bonnie D. Stroir, Georgia W. Tush and Brimstone! A new world opened up! I have found scrimmages all over the area to attend and with each one I attend, I learn something new.
he most surprising thing I’ve found is how gracious, friendly, and helpful the other participants are. I’ve played with so many players who are light years better than I am, yet without fail, when I ask about something, I’m given a thoughtful and detailed explanation. Derby is a difficult game to learn—the strategies, the skating, and the technical penalties all take time to get one’s mind around. Everyone seems delighted to share their knowledge and expertise.
I have been at derby for 9 months now. I have suffered no injuries (knock on wood), but have had my bell rung a couple of times. It is empowering not to fall, but it is just as empowering to get blasted off the track and be right back in the thick of the action before anyone realizes you were gone. I have a collection of pictures of appalling bruises and scrapes that thrills me more than terrifies me. I am in better shape than I have been in years. Losing 45 pounds so far motivates me to do more cross training—not because I want to be thinner, but because I want to be faster and better on the track. I lost so much weight that I had to replace everything except my skates and helmet, and now that I am getting better, I would like new everything again. Derby is definitely not cheap—my husband is going to freak out eventually.
My friend, Joe Mac [editor’s note: who?], asked me why I did not quit after one practice and the answer is the other fresh meat girls. I had expected a bunch of young, athletic, she-men with anger management issues. Instead, their age range was all over the place. Their professions and lifestyles had no pattern. I felt connected to the girls despite having nothing, other than a desire to play roller derby, in common with them.
I love the way the game is played—one can be as aggressive as one likes or not at all.
After my motorcycle accident last year, I realized that I am not as big of a baby as I thought. The risk of injury, although a factor, did not deter me. The intellectual component of the game—designing and deciphering different strategies interests me. One day, I am going to be a spectacular pivot!
erby reminds me of when I was 12 years old at Wheelies Roller Rink in Peterborough. I feel young and vibrant and connected to my team mates. I also appreciate that there is plenty of opportunity for players of every level and motivation. Players who are athletic and competitive have their teams and for dilettantes like me who like their recreational leagues, we have our teams, too. I want to be the kind of player that the opposing team dreads when they see my name on the roster. I want to be a tough, fair competitor that plays spectacular derby. I want to play clean—I never want to be in the penalty box. I think that a being a good, decent player is the highest compliment that one can give another player.
The sisterhood of derby, the pure joy of skating, and even the spectacle of watching—I there are more unlikely derby girls than there are typical ones because we are all unique. I love that we have a sport that allows us all to express our individuality and still play as a team.
My journey has just begun.
Fergus Roller Derby