It’s official: I’ve been drafted to the Arizona Roller Derby home team, the ¡Gaudylupes!
I can’t recall the last time I felt so incredibly excited and full of achievement, so utterly overcome with the tingling sensation of triumph. My fellow Rat Pack cycle members and I had been chatting throughout the entire day—speculating, bantering, and bonding—as we waited for the draft announcements with anticipation. We had all come so far along our respective paths and, after passing the Rookie Cycle 3 assessments, the excitement of playing in future roller derby bouts began almost immediately.
When the first of us shared that she had received confirmation at 21:52 MDT, it became so real that literally nothing else existed other than that message log and my cell phone. Everything else was behind a thin layer of static and I waited, nervously fluttering my fingers across my keyboard as I prepared to congratulate the next of the Rat Pack to get her news. A brief thought of doubt passed through my mind: What if, after reviewing performances, it was decided that I wasn’t actually ready to be drafted? I knew it wouldn’t happen, but for some reason I still thought it, just for a half a second.
When I got my call, the silence around the cell phone’s melody was almost louder than the ring tone itself. Scott was in bed and I admit I was shaking with glee already. I wanted to scream in happiness, but I didn’t want to wake Scott up (little did I know, he woke up when my phone rang and was listening). I expressed my approval to be a Gaudylupe with barely contained, muted jubilation. I think if it were in person I’d have been jumping up and down and hugging people! I think that’s actually in my very near future.
I am so supremely honored to be a part of the Gaudylupes. I’m also especially lucky to have been able to bout with the Brawlarinas in my very first full-length roller derby bout this past weekend. So far, my foray in the city/home level of AZRD has been exceedingly fortunate, and I am fully aware of just how lucky I’ve been.
Wherever I picked up the lucky magic faerie dust, I hope I happen by again because this shit is ace.
My 3.5 hours of sleep last night is catching up to me while the adrenaline is wearing off. Who says “ace”? I guess I do!