When an outing to attend a Cincinnati Rollergirls game was suggested recently, images of bad 1970’s Raquel Welch films flashed across the windshield of my mind and I automatically jerked the wheel to avoid the entertainment train wreck I thought I saw coming. But after an open-minded perusal of a game program where tongue-in-cheek aliases such as June with a Cleaver and Mae C. Stars labeled photographic expressions ranging from snarling grimaces to feigned angelic innocence, I knew I had erred on the side of snobbery.
And so we went, eight intrepid game goers, knowing not what the evening held in store but exhibiting blind trust in Michelle the Instigator (who was suspiciously absent this night, but that's another story.) In fact, we all were first timers but Bob; and he patiently endured the onslaught of questions that were pelted at him while we grappled with understanding the game.
Roller Derby is a blast, completely and absolutely. The campy appeal of the game atmosphere, the players’ obvious hunger to sack the competition, and the small venue all combine to make this sport a bawdy adventure that would appeal to anyone with half a sense of humor and even a slight propensity toward boisterousness.
There's already been a second outing for our group, and the third is around the corner. If you have Roller Derby in your city, round up your kids, a group of rowdy friends and anybody else who likes to cut loose and support your local team. You won't be sorry.
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