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On Sportmanship*

Posted: February 15, 2012 in Roller Derby, Thoughts

An alternate title could be: WHY REFS SHOULD AVOID GETTING TAKEN OVER BY THE TEAMS THEY SKATE FOR

Or: CHEATERS SHOULD THINK ABOUT THE EFFECTS KARMA WILL HAVE ON THEIR GAME

I was more than happy to ref a game for a league relatively close to my hometown** when they asked me to, I’ve done it before. I’m not going to lie, I don’t think too highly of their coach, but whatever. I wasn’t going to be head ref, I didn’t have to listen to her. Then last Wednesday, I received an email saying that they didn’t need me after all, they were going to use one of their new refs. Or so I was told.

I went down anyway. I was kind of excited to be able to watch a game, but as usual, I brought my stripes and gear just in case. Turns out it was a good idea. The ‘ref’ I had been replaced with was a) not a ref, but a skater in a ref’s costume. b) not going to become any sort of regular official, skating or otherwise, but was just doing this while she was getting off the injury list. c) clueless. A fellow ref asked me if I would be willing to put my gear on, and of course I said yes.

And, so I learned after the game, Coach Who Shall Not Be Named was a little upset about that.

I skated on the outside, shadowed by Clueless “Ref,” and holy shit. I made calls. LOTS AND LOTS OF CALLS.

And people got… upset.

Things got… heated.

I heard a rumor that my life was threatened, but at the time, I was pretty sure it was just the possibility of a parking lot slap fight with a big-mouth blocker who, ahem, disagreed with my call and then wouldn’t tell me her number. (the one written on her arm was illegible)

Team That Shall Remain Unacknowledged played heavily to the outside, with a lot of sloppy hits and penalties. If I made bad calls, it wasn’t because I didn’t know what I was seeing, it was because I was completely overwhelmed. If I got one mixed up with the other, I apologize, but it was probably a switch in my brain trying to make two calls at once.

Based on my experience with Coach WSNBN and Team TSRU in general, and the reactions of those people at the game, and who exactly it is who sets Team TSRU’s ref roster, I can only come to the conclusion that they were stacking the refs to gain an advantage at the game. Nobody expected (or wanted) anyone skating on the outside who would call penalties.

They were cheating.

If you’re playing clean, it’s not going to matter who’s wearing the the stripes, you’ve got nothing to worry about. But if you’re playing dirty… well, that’s another story all together. HOW YOU PLAY SHOULD NOT BE EFFECTED AT ALL BY WHO IS OFFICIATING YOUR GAME. If your whole playing strategy hinges on having sub-par referees? Well, you have a shitty strategy. Because the visiting team’s ref is going to pull in a friend off the side lines, and put a big ass wrench right into the middle of your works. If you get a lot of calls, you don’t throw away the rules, you step up your game.

And I don’t know who did it, the coach, the players as a group developing strategy. It doesn’t matter. It takes a lot of time and mental energy to think about how to get around the rules like that. More than, say, learning to play it straight.

And please, spare me your lame cries of “B-b-b-but it’s roooooller deeeerby!” It actions like fucking with refs, making horribly dangerous blocks, and being all around bitches that keeps WFTDA derby saddled with the reputation it had in the late 70s and 80s, that it’s nothing but a joke. Flat track derby, whether teams or individuals like it or not, is year by year becoming a legitimate sport. These childish actions are holding not only you and your team back, but the movement you profess to love so well.

In the end, Team TSRU lost by 40 points, I lost my damn temper, but I went to bed knowing that I did a good job.

And with the determination to ref every single home game that Team TSRU plays until I die.

 

*Or sportswomanship, whichever you prefer

**I won’t name them, but if you know me in person, you’ve heard me tell this story A LOT over the last couple of days.

NERDING OUT ABOUT DERBY RULES

Posted: February 15, 2012 in Roller Derby, Thoughts

The general idea...

YES LADIES AND GENTLEMEN EVEN THOUGH YOU MAY NOT BELIEVE IT.

After a WTF moment with a jam at practice last night, I have come to the following conclusions:

First whistle of the jam starts. White team tries to force a No Pack situation by having three blockers drop to a knee and one sprint out. Three blockers from the black team stay put at the jammer line, while one chases the white blocker going out of play, splitting the blockers into group A and group B.

In the diagram, group A is the pack according to 4.1.1, because they have the largest group of in-play skaters from BOTH TEAMS. All other things constant, the jammer whistle should ONLY BLOW when group A passes the pivot line.

  • If group B just chills, and group A doesn’t pass the pivot line, jammers never get released.
  • If a white player from B stands, group B becomes the pack. Jammers still aren’t released.
  • If Group A passes the pivot line, jammers go.
  • If either player in A falls or is taken out, It’s a no pack situation, jammers go.

This is something pack refs have to think about, with taking a knee to start the jammers becoming a regular thing, even at the levels of play that I ref at. If it happened at practice, it’s going to happen at a game.

But of course at practice last night, there really wasn’t anything I could do, since I was a jammer ref. For both the jammers. Blurg.

 

 

so, I have an arch-enemy…

Posted: January 25, 2012 in Roller Derby

I have a nemesis… an opponent, who is not worthy of my anger and my frustration, but every time she opens her mouth I can’t help it, I fly into this nearly uncontrollable rage. Raaaaaage...

She tries to get her opinion in when she doesn’t know anything about the subject being discussed…

It doesn’t matter that she knows jack shit about skating, and the rules, and NSOing, but she wants you to know her opinion about all of these things! Because she knows! She knows how these things are supposed to go! And no matter what, that’s the truth, reality doesn’t matter…

Sometimes, a gif expresses all the emotions.

So angry. She makes me so irrationally upset. I shouldn’t let her, but those are just words when I run up against the Great Wall of her stupidity. No amount of negotiation or solid reason can dent that rock solid ego, the delusional self-esteem that bubbles up from somewhere I don’t know where. God, she drives me insane.

But, rumors, rumors…

Somebody said that she wants to be a WFTDA* certified ref…

Listen, I have been reffing roller derby for two years. (Two years? Fuck yeah, two years. I’m gonna be 23 this year! September is my 3rd derby anniversary!) Two years, and this year is the first year that I’ve even thought to try for WFTDA certification. It’s hard. It’s a lot of work. It’s a lot of money, especially if, like Nemesis and I, you’re not conveniently located within an hour of a WFTDA league, and have to hoof  it on your own dime for sanctioned bouts.** The fact that something like certification is something that you think is easy means that you don’t understand exactly what goes into it.

 

Dear Nemesis,

You are a bitch. And I do not like you. I don’t care if I hurt your feelings. I don’t care what you think about me. You suck.

You talk to much. You’re too busy talking that you don’t do anything, and at the end of the day it is what you do with your derby time that matters, and until you ref more games than I have, done more NSOing than I have, know more derby than I do, THEN you’ll be able to talk to me about derby. Then I might listen to what you have to say.

but at the end of the day, you’re looking at someone who has a year’s experience on you.

Lemonhead

 

*Women’s Flat Track Derby Association

** Bout: What a game of Roller Derby is referred to as.