dragonlady7

KO's won last night. It was great, we all kept our heads on straight and did our damnedest to skate clean, and whaddayaknow, it worked??? Sweets went to the box about half as often as normal, and almost always for 4 minors, 4 minors, 4 minors-- no majors! She kept her hands in, kept her arms to herself, didn't forearm-block anybody, didn't push, well maybe only a little, not a major. We were so proud of her.
As one does for strategic advantage, the other team was kind of picking on her, to try and goad her into the self-defeating frenzy she gets into when she's too upset/excited-- that's when she pushes, it's never coldly calculated. But she didn't let them get into her head! The crowd was doing even more than its usual booing of her, which was weird given that she was skating so clean, and again, she didn't let anybody in her head, she just kept skating. I can't even express how proud we are of her, because she's been a notoriously dirty skater since we got her. The guest refs from Gotham, which Madison skated back in the day when Sweets was on their team, were like... "Sweets... Sweets... I think I remember her... Ohhhh yes." When they met her she was like.... "Hi, you're not still mad are you?"
LOL.

The guest refs were great, and have been such pros. They've been great about saying all the right things to us and making us feel great about what we have. It's been exceptionally wonderful to discuss with Snap about PR stuff, because all our "crises", she nods her head sagely and says, "Yes, we dealt with that... Oh yes, that too... Mmm-hmm, we had to work out a policy for that..." So I get to realize I'm not uniquely persecuted in the world and there is nothing new under the sun. It's nice to have that sense of perspective.

I gotta run to practice, but I did want to say, I really think it might be the rib under my breast that hurts after all, because it is shrieking at me today. I did kind of a self-exam while lying in bed, and the soft tissue lets me squash it or do whatever and doesn't hurt, but when I press against the part just under where a bra band should go, it hurts quite sharply. I didn't think it was my rib, because I could breathe with no pain, and the pain just feels like it's located in the soft tissue. But I guess the nerves aren't that precise. It's my chest after all.
Bugger! That shit takes forever to heal. But my team has a bye this month, so I can at least avoid taking hard hits on that side. Lorelei, you hit me twice on that side and the second time I was like, Motherfucker, that shit has to be my ribs because motherfucker. (That's the kind of reasoning you employ heading toward the ground sideways at ohgodderby miles per hour. Motherfuck is so a reason.)

Anyway. Love my KO's, love my Dollies, love my Saucies too even though their fans hate Sweets, love my everybody and my league, hurrah. It just felt so good. I know winning shouldn't be a reason for anything, but when you win, people are more likely to recognize how damn hard you've worked. (Second halftime comment by the coach: Think about all those Sunday mornings you skated until you almost puked! Think about how much that hurt! THIS is why you did it!)

Agh, I hate it when I have to sneeze or cough. I can't do it without clutching my right breast and groaning. This is getting old.

I gotta go. I am so hung over. We'll see how I do. D-: