Author: d0rkvader (Page 8 of 16)

“Get On My Level: Notes On Intensity” – Tough Buck

February 4, 2018 / d0rkvader

Get On My Level: Notes On Intensity

Some refer to it as passion, but I prefer to call it intensity. Passion sounds like something you’ve either got or you don’t—intensity can be harnessed, tamed, and then let wild. It can grow and change from moment to moment. Like an animal’s instincts, it’s adaptive.

As an athlete, intensity is the primary driving force behind my every action, movement, and quick decision. Am I going onto the track with intent? Am I thinking frantically or with intent? Are my movements deliberate? Are my words concise? These are the type of questions I not only ask myself at practice or in gameplay, but in my daily life.

2018 Season – Officials Signup

January 22, 2018 / d0rkvader

Hi everyone! Assault City has finalized our 2018 home season schedule and we are putting signups for officials/NSOs/volunteers out nice and early. We want first dibs on all you fine folks out there. Links for each game are below with first whistle times:
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ACRD Recruitment Open Houses

November 14, 2017 / d0rkvader

Have you dreamed about playing on a roller derby team? Does being a referee who zooms around on skates sound fun to you? Maybe you’re just curious about derby and want to learn more?

2017 Annual Pie Sale Fundraiser

October 23, 2017 / d0rkvader

Don’t mess with the hassle of baking your own pies for Thanksgiving! Buy a pie from us instead! Just $15 gets you a pie fresh-baked by one of our very own skaters, or you can get two pies for $25! That’s a bargain for delicious pie and the satisfaction of knowing you helped support your local roller derby league!

Do it for Her – Violent Mauldelaire

September 26, 2017 / d0rkvader

Do it for Her

When I was five or six, my aunt Alice took me to a local women’s soccer match. I was too young to understand most of what was going on. Still, it was fun to watch the teams flick in patterns around the field, and I cheered when Alice cheered.

After the game ended, we went out to the turf so I could get my program autographed. The first player I approached was tall and dirt-streaked, with a stringy brown ponytail. She made me kneel down and placed the program on my back while she signed it. I can exactly remember the toothbrush-bristle prickle of grass beneath my knees, the noise of paper flattening onto my windbreaker, the pressure of the pen against my shoulder blades. She asked me my name, and I told her. She thanked me for coming to the game.