It's only February and this year is already one of many firsts for the Rocky Mountain Rollergirls. A mere 28 days into our 2006 season, our newest team - 5280 Fight Club - headed to Vegas to take on the Sin City Rollergirls' Neander Dolls in our first ever inter-league bout.

Denver, forget what you've seen. Our home teams, Sugar Kill Gang and Red ( Read more... )

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The blocks east of Colorado, past the fancy housing lining Montview, cut into Stapleton and to me, mark the end of the city and the beginning of a suburban no-man's-land, an anything-goes kind of place where construction battles new housing developments and detours are your only way to get anywhere ( Read more... )

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Saturday afternoon found me on the corner of 9th and Where Nightmares Are Made where my drinking and storytelling were interrupted by three car crashes and a girl too drunk to complete her Walk of Shame without falling down several times and taking a construction sign with her. The entertainment value was high but I was afraid to ride my cruiser ( Read more... )

Last night, sitting next to a rollergirl compatriot, we dreamt of stealing away to Mexico for a month or the rest of our lives. Even if it was on one of those buses that takes people home by way of every city in Southern Texas before stopping in Juarez. "We just have to cross the border."Me, in my clarity. What would it matter anyway? Then we'd ( Read more... )

Denver International Airport, March 17, 4:30 p.m.: In The Cowboy Bar, the only watering hole on Concourse A, three rollergirls ease rum and Cokes from a weary bartender's hands, hoping to drink away lucidity in preparation for a flight they've arrived two hours early for.

Denver International Airport, March 17, 6:30 p.m.: Approaching Gate 24A, the ( Read more... )

I've heard of many hangover cures, some elaborate, others involving wasabi. Above them all, I prefer processed cheese, melted, solidified, and in all of its many other forms. I feel fine. Better than I did a few nights ago ( Read more... )

I've instituted Daily Acts of Rebellion to stay sane at work. They are harmless but, upon completion, leave an odd sense of satisfaction lingering in my belly. Yesterday I stole a roll of toilet paper. It's almost too bad the tampons are free or I'd have been able to derive some small pleasure from ripping them off ( Read more... )

It seemed as if all the universal elements required to ensure that I have shit for a day aligned early this morning and were then abruptly thrown out of whack with one quick e-mail from my mum. "Late whatever-you-celebrate-now gift," the subject line read. The rest of it: "I'm buying you a ticket back to Mexico--late holiday gift."

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