Time ticked by as each of us prepared for the bout ahead. The rooms became busier as we pulled on our booty shorts, inked numbers into our arms, fixed our wrist guards and tightened our skates. I knew everyone faced it, we all just had our own way of coping the with the nervous energy that swamped the rooms. Mostly, we just tried to laugh the butterflies away.
Before we knew it, we wrapped on the aviators for our team skate on and introductions. Safety checks followed and then the Canadian national anthem. I tried my best to hum my way through and made a mental note to learn the words before the next bout. In a matter of moments our powerhouse line up stood on the track and the first whistle blasted.
The first few jams elude my memory but our star players came to the party. Our strong blockers, Breakadawn, McCoy and Lacey put their forces in motion. Whilst Jenna and Jax rolls laps and clocked points on the board. I line up in the pack, brain working overtime. This is the biggest mind game I have every played. Understanding the play, the timing and where the other 9 girls are on the track is paramount. Staying on your feet is key. There is so much to think about in this game of roller skating.
The first half flies by in an instant. To me it feel like a scatterbrain moment and strange calls made by the refs leave us wondering how we could possibly be 11 points behind. The change rooms now hold chaotic energy as we sit taking deep breaths with one goal...to calm down. Our support crew enter and we find just enough time to gather our minds and screw our heads back on. Words of inspiration fill the air. We return to the track in much better shape.
In the second half I find myself jamming every other jam. Finally I can find my feet and my brain. I prefer the offencive play. The mission is simple get through the pack. My focus kicks in and I plough around and around, fighting my way through. Every other jam analysing Jenna to learn in any way I can. The arena is filled with screaming crowds and excitement. Soon I realise that even jamming has its complexities. Rolling around in my own world, I'm awakened by my team mates telling me to listen to the bench. This is where I am told the play. We sit for no longer than a minute and its on again.
The clock ticks down and the scores are close, we hold a small margin of a lead. The final jams seem a mess of confusion. Yet we play them out. Finally the whistle blows to signal the end of the game. We stand as team staring at the scoreboard. Points click up on either team. Were up by 8. We won the game!
Before we knew it, we wrapped on the aviators for our team skate on and introductions. Safety checks followed and then the Canadian national anthem. I tried my best to hum my way through and made a mental note to learn the words before the next bout. In a matter of moments our powerhouse line up stood on the track and the first whistle blasted.
The first few jams elude my memory but our star players came to the party. Our strong blockers, Breakadawn, McCoy and Lacey put their forces in motion. Whilst Jenna and Jax rolls laps and clocked points on the board. I line up in the pack, brain working overtime. This is the biggest mind game I have every played. Understanding the play, the timing and where the other 9 girls are on the track is paramount. Staying on your feet is key. There is so much to think about in this game of roller skating.
The first half flies by in an instant. To me it feel like a scatterbrain moment and strange calls made by the refs leave us wondering how we could possibly be 11 points behind. The change rooms now hold chaotic energy as we sit taking deep breaths with one goal...to calm down. Our support crew enter and we find just enough time to gather our minds and screw our heads back on. Words of inspiration fill the air. We return to the track in much better shape.
In the second half I find myself jamming every other jam. Finally I can find my feet and my brain. I prefer the offencive play. The mission is simple get through the pack. My focus kicks in and I plough around and around, fighting my way through. Every other jam analysing Jenna to learn in any way I can. The arena is filled with screaming crowds and excitement. Soon I realise that even jamming has its complexities. Rolling around in my own world, I'm awakened by my team mates telling me to listen to the bench. This is where I am told the play. We sit for no longer than a minute and its on again.
The clock ticks down and the scores are close, we hold a small margin of a lead. The final jams seem a mess of confusion. Yet we play them out. Finally the whistle blows to signal the end of the game. We stand as team staring at the scoreboard. Points click up on either team. Were up by 8. We won the game!
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| Foxxxy Frostbite having her knee taped at half time. |
