I have absolutely no idea if I will stand a chance at tryouts. I don't even know what I need to know to try out. What I do know is that I need some protective gear for both tryouts and Wreckers, so the day before I was to join Wreckers, I went back, again, to the Oaks Park pro shop. This time the shop was less crowded, it wasn't nearly as hot, and I was feeling a bit more confident. I remained cool and collected until two derby girls walked in. Dammit Janet.
Tableau: Me in my post-work teacher clothes, bribing Bennett to behave with Halloween candy, standing at the small counter while unsuccessfully holding (more frequently dropping) ginormous knee pads, wrist guards, elbow pads and a mouthgard. Enter two clearly seasoned veterans of the Rose City Rollers. Which one is not like the other one?
After a few moments, one of them said to me, "Looks like someone is starting Derby!" They introduced themselves and talked to me about things I can't remember now. I think I mumbled a few times about how excited I was between my nervous laughs. They were super-nice. So much for cool and collected.
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