(Reblogged from tearobite)
(Reblogged from zebradazzle)

Made a ‘no-call’ on a dramatic but ultimately no-impact action - got singled out by a spectator for some personal abuse lasting 10mins, using my first name. Have an impromptu banner made up to abuse me when I’m on the far side of the track. 

Skater takes a massive floor hit to the head. Gets up and staggers around, repeatedly falling looking severely disorientated. Call jam off so skater can get medical attention. Get booed by crowd. 

Over turn my own cutting call before it got past the whistle stage, after the situation rapidly turned into NPNP. Receive cat calls and shrieks of derision from crowd.

Read over comments about ‘terrible reffing’ and ‘blind refs’ when I get home. Comment on the hostile atmosphere that has become a fixture at most games. ‘It’s all part of the game. Refs should suck it up and get used to it. Grow a pair’.

Getting real tired of your shit, roller derby ‘fans’. 

'And what colour will you be playing in?'

'Black'.

'Great! You'll be playing against a team in white so no contrast issues there then.'

<Arrive at game to see the ‘black’ top features a massive white design element that covers 90% of the front/sides and over half of the back>

Hnnnngggg……..

'Sorry, is there a problem?'……

scoobyrcrg:

fuckyeahrollerderbyzebra:

Didn’t do TOO horribly. Just horribly enough. ;_; Oh well, keep cramming and try again in 30 days.

There is a confidence boost for me ;_;

No-one makes the jump the first time.

scoobyrcrg:

fuckyeahrollerderbyzebra:

Didn’t do TOO horribly. Just horribly enough. ;_; Oh well, keep cramming and try again in 30 days.

There is a confidence boost for me ;_;

No-one makes the jump the first time.

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(Reblogged from zebradazzle)

Team arrives with lots of clever ‘vanity’ numbers.

'Please line up for kit check in number order, thank you!'.

<confusion reigns>

1-14. All I’m sayin’….

(Reblogged from zebraskew)

That spine tingling moment when the bench coach (lets call him Mr Douche) that has been riding and berating the ref crew all game long decides to turn his attentions to one of the score trackers by snatching up the paperwork to check for some imagined error before the exceedingly experienced HNSO covers the distance between them in eight universe-trembling strides to hiss sweetly: ‘I suggest, MISTER Douche, that you cease your interference with the official game paperwork and return to your bench area immediately’. Sorry. SORRY. sorry…….

That. 

Do NOT fuck with NSOs. You will not survive. 

(Reblogged from ayamccabre)