Lesson #9 - Practice Etiquette

Like most lessons this one definitely stems from my real life experience - last night's derby practice to be precise. I won't go into names/excrutiating detail about the incident, partially because my car has never pulled of the eggshells and yolk look very well, and partially because I'm a passive agressive asshole who communicates best through sarcasm. Result: The Following List of Practice Etiquette.

1) Don't skip practice for two months straight.
*Please note, my definition of skipping is no-call, no-show, no-good-reason.

2) Don't show up late to practice, especially after said skipping spree.

3) Don't show up late to practice, interrupt the coach in the middle of her explaining a drill to the players who were on time, and expect an answer consisting of more than two-three words i.e. "Not Right Now" or "I Don't Know"

4) When the coach gives you an answer you weren't expecting, don't stomp off.

5) If you broke rule #4, whatever you do, NEVER, EVER, yell obscenitites at said coach as you walk out the door for the entire team to hear. I've heard players who break rule #5 will be banned from practice until they issue an apology to the team for interrupting practice and bringing a negative attitude to the derby space.

****BONUS RULE****

6) Don't be a derby drama whore period - especially if you're a male referee who doesn't pay practice space dues.

What are some practice etiquette rules you'd like to see inacted in your league?

Life Lesson #8 - Follow Your Bliss

This summer I took Team USA's good name on Van's Warped Tour for a couple dates to spread the word about roller derby. It was the craziest 48 hours of my life (that month ;) which involved meeting amazing people, driving over 1,000 miles, lots of push-up contests, and sleeping less than 6 hours the entire time.

While that's a story for my other blog, I was reminded of a lesson I had forgotten. For the past x-amount of summers, a band called Senses Fail has faithfully returned to the tour. I had the pleasure of meeting them and actually driving them around my hometown of Casper, Wyoming about three years prior to this date (this was back when I worked with a local production company putting on concerts and coordinating bands). So as I'm sitting at the Team USA booth with my amazing helper for the day, Salt City skater Ursula; I hear a familiar guitar rythym coming from the stage directly behind us, which turns out to be none other than Senses Fail.

The lead singer Buddy, goes into his tride and true motivational speech based on the one and only Joseph Campell. The first time I heard about Follow Your Bliss was at the very Senses Fail concert back in Casper many moons prior. It seriously changed my life. From that day on, I kept a picture of Joseph Campbell in his younger days next to my desk with the Follow Your Bliss mantra beneath it.

If you follow your bliss, you put yourself on a kind of track that has been there all the while, waiting for you, and the life that you ought to be living is the one you are living. Wherever you are—if you are following your bliss, you are enjoying that refreshment, that life within you, all the time.

J.S. explaining his inspiring ideals:

Now, I came to this idea of bliss because in Sanskrit, which is the great spiritual language of the world, there are three terms that represent the brink, the jumping-off place to the ocean of transcendence:Sat-Chit-Ananda. The word "Sat" means being. "Chit" means consciousness. "Ananda" means bliss or rapture. I thought, "I don't know whether my consciousness is proper consciousness or not; I don't know whether what I know of my being is my proper being or not; but I do know where my rapture is. So let me hang on to rapture, and that will bring me both my consciousness and my being."

Roller derby and film are my rapture. It took me four years of staring at that quote to finally take action. I have officially quit my day job as a bank teller and am pursuing roller derby coaching and freelance film work full time. I've never been more excited and full of sheer bliss in my entire life.

Your lesson from this is more of a challenge. Find out what your rapture is and persue it with every ounce of your being (especially if it's one of those two =).

I leave you with a Joseph Campbell interview exerpt:

Campbell: "Have you ever read Sinclair Lewis' Babbitt?"

Moyers: "Not in a long time."

Campbell: "Remember the last line? 'I have never done a thing that I wanted to do in all my life.' That is a man who never followed his bliss."

Lesson #7 - Point Stategy

This is an article I wrote for the Examiner back in June of 2011. It still is one of the most informative pieces I think I've ever written pertaining to strategy and I've added a few more pictures. Enjoy!

Live Points vs. Dead Points

by Katie Mae Peters

Hard hits, amazing assists, booty blocks, and wicked waterfalls are usually the aspects most noticed in a game, but what about the subtext? Do these amazing skills just add up to showmanship and giving those action thirsty spectators their money's worth?

While the starting fourteen need to keep the crowd engaged, they also need to win the game. And how is a game won? By points of course. Unlike most sports where a ball/puck/shiny object of some interest creates the point; roller derby deems the players on the track points. While this seems like derby 101 information, many players forget to guard their point.

Just like derby!

The best way to keep your point locked down stronger than a maximum security prison is knowing the difference between live and dead points. As a jammer skates up to the back of the pack, every blocker on the opposite team is a live point; but everytime a jammer legally passes the hips of an opposing skater, that individual's point changes to a "dead point." This means that star-sporting skater has been awarded the point, cannot lose that point (ex. if the jammer gets knocked to the back of the pack behind said blocker), and (the most crucial detail) cannot score anymore points on that blocker until the next pass through the pack.

Here a a couple good rules of thumb to remember:

1. Live points only positional block.
-By engaging the jammer with a hip check or a shoulder block you make it much easier for a them to score on you even while you are hitting them. The jammer just needs to throw their hips in front of yours before you take them out to rob you of your point.

Photo Credit Ken Knight

2. Live points stay in the front of the pack.
-One of the best setups to an amazing point defense is getting all your team's live points in the front of the pack. This creates more distance a jammer has to skate to get to your points, which in turn runs down the jam clock. It also puts players in a prime postion to control the pack.
-The opposition's blockers also unknowingly help to keep your points safe (think of it this way, blockers sometimes get so caught up in their own defense stopping the other jammer, they actually hinder/create obstacles for their own jammer).

3. Dead points never stop attacking the jammer.
-Chances are when you lose your point, you will now be behind the jammer. Don't just continue skating in your same spot idly waiting for another team member ahead of you to stop the jammer. You should be enraged to have been robbed of your point and want to keep that skater from scoring on any more of your players (within the bounds of roller derby rules and basic sportsman eticate, no hauling off to punch the jammer now). Chase that jammer down and never stop hitting. But remember that if the jammer gets past all your other defenses and out of the engagment zone, you need to immediately drop back into the pack and reform into your original position.

Photo credit Ken Knight

4. Points reset every pass
-If a jammer passes you one lap, players must remember their point resets the next time the jammer passes through the pack. Translation; Shake it off Dead Points! Reset and stop the jammer on their next pass.

5. Jammers are points too
If you've ever played the jammer position on a team, hopefully you're humble enough to admit that a jammer is only as good as her blockers. Even though I'm a pretty fast skater and can overtime juke my way around opposite blockers, I would never get through the pack as quickly or score as many points without my friendlies.

During a scrimmage with 2010 WFTDA Champions the Rocky Mountain Roller Girls, a bench coach calmy explained to a newer skater who had been trapped as a jammer in the pack for an entire two minutes, "There is no greater sin in derby than being a fifth point." I've adapted the saying a tad for my own personal mantra to include "without a fight." So many people get caught up in the pack members being points, they forget their own jammer becomes a fifth point when lapped by the opposition's jammer.

Photo credit Ken Knight

-Always assign a blocker to drop back and help the jammer if they get stuck. This keeps one person accountable and also prevents all your blockers from breaking apart to haphazardly get your jammer through. Jammers, don't be afraid to call out for that help. Your momma gave you a set of lungs, so use them!

-If that opposite jammer is coming up behind you and there is no way you will get through the pack before they pass you, become a fifth blocker and give that jammer hell.



So think about these rules every time you scrimmage or go into battle for a game win. I promise you'll see dramatic results for the good =) And if you're feeling extra bandwidth generous visit the original posting of this article I did in June. Each click pays me mula! (No annoying ad viewing required).

Lesson #6 - Just Ask

Well the inagural Blood & Thunder Roller Derby World Cup has come and gone. Teams from all over the globe fought hard and made lasting international bonds with fellow competitors. There are so many lessons I personally took away from this experience, it could take me a month to write them all out. But there is one lesson over all the others, I really want you all to take from my experience.

Many people constantly ask me "How'd you become a manager for Team USA?"

Bonnie D. and I represent!

I have one answer.

Back in my good old community college days, I sold gym memberships for a living during the prime selling hours of 4AM - 9AM. Giant FML. At some point in my extensive sales training (believe me sales people are trained to psychologically mess your mind up so you say yes to anything they have), my boss told me a saying that went something along the lines of "You don't get 100% of what you don't ask for." When my boss relayed this information, he was trying to motivate me to ask everyone at the end of a workout/sales pitch to join the gym. I took the quote further though and incorporated it into my life's mantra.

This saying literally propelled me into every opportunity I have had since. When I wanted to be more involved in theatre I asked to be a board member - result - I've now served on the Stage III Board of Directors nearly two years now. When Team USA announced open recruitment I asked to be involved in any way possible - result - Buster appointed me Team Manager and I followed the girls to Toronto and eventually our World Cup win. Now I want to try my hand at dog sledding and writing for the college newspaper - result - I asked and the appropriate parties said absolutely.

                                                             !!!!BUT!!!! *Disclaimer*

Everytime I revieced a new position or someone took me onto their plate as a leap of faith, I worked my ass off. The fastest way to ruin your credibility and make people immediately turn to an "I don't think so" answer is to do a lackluster job. The last thing you want sticking to your shadow is a mundane reputation... unless of course deficiency is something you strive for.

Yep, I steal stock photos...

So disclaimer aside, don't be afraid to ask for what you desire. Worse case scenario, the answer will be no. In that situation you haven't lost anything, except maybe a bit of ego (the sooner you learn to live without that the better). Best case scenario, the answer is yes and you gain your heart's desire.

So go forth and ask away!

... and cartoons off the internet.

Lesson #5 - You're an Athlete Damnit!

Derby's middle name is Contact Sport, so at some point plan on making a trip to the doctor's office... unless of course you're a superhuman, in which case please tell me your secret. I will pay.

I'm in blue =)

Halfway through my first season, terrible, mind-numbing aches and pains racked my right shoulder. It felt like a giant ball nestled underneath my shoulder blade, forcing it to push off my ribcage and attempt to escape from my back all together. I couldn't sleep; my mood was also constantly on edge. Compare the feeling to a migraine, something only you can feel and nobody else can see.

So I broke down and went a physical therapist. Okay my doctor actually sent me for my TMJ disorder (my jaw clicks/dislocates when I chew) and I just happened to throw my shoulder ache into the conversation. Begin three months of worthless therapy.

Now keep in mind while you're reading this, I have a huge bias against the physical therapist I went to. They took advantage of the fact I have insurance, even to the extent of misdiagnosing me to prolong my treatment/office visits. I don't think I've ever been more pissed off at the medical industry before in my life. All that aside though... I do whole heartedly believe in the work of GOOD physical therapists.

P.T. (even though it does take a few visits) retrains your muscles/body to fix whatever is causing your pain. EX. I had no idea that crossing one leg over the other screws up my back alignment; or typing with my torso twisted ever so slightly messes my muscles up.

Okay, on with the story. So a month into my physical therapy, aka one hour shoulder massage sessions, my shoulder still ached like crazy. My physical therapist thought herself nothing short of God, so instead of approaching my continued pain with the idea of "Maybe there's something else causing this pain other than her shoulder," or "Maybe there's a better approach to her treatment than what I've been doing;" she shot me down everytime saying my pain would never go away until I quit roller derby.

So much manlier than my doctor...

Yeah, I held back the F-bomb. Quit roller derby? That's an insult worse then telling a new mother her baby is hideous and should be given up for adoption. And you know why she suggested this?

Three hypotheses:

1.) She didn't want to admit she was wrong. Instead she chose to shift blame from her expert diagnoses to my own neglect (which is bull honkey because this whole time, I had been sitting out of drills with shoulder contact, doing my stretches, using a heat pad, and regularly icing my afflicted area.)

2.) My therapist was stuck in society's warped gender restrictions. Females aren't athletes; roller derby isn't a real sport. She was disgusted with me for refusing to give up something she merely viewed as a disposable hobby.

3.) I did not communicate my passion for roller derby correctly. Even though it seemed like that's the only thing we would talk about in our sessions, I failed to relay "I'M AN ATHLETE LADY!" and need to be treated as such.

Like This!

In the end it turned out my therapist was wrong and I actually have a condition called scoliosis* caused from sitting awardly at my desk job for eight hours a day the past three years. I called them morons and switched physicians.

*Scoliosis is a curvature of the spine. My lower back twists to where the left side raises out further and pushes the right side in, causing my right shoulder to overcorrect the spinal twist before it reaches my neck; and thus, causing me pain. When I was diagnosed correctly, it only took one treatment for me to feel relief.

The lessons I have for you:

-I am an athlete. At first I let my doctor convince me derby qualifies as nothng more than recreation. No matter what physical activity you do whether it be roller derby, running, rugby, etc., if you are passionate about it and the sport adds to your quality of life, consider youself an full-fledged athlete. Nobody said you have to make a living with a sport to attain the title.  

- If a treatment is not improving your conditions (within a reasonable timeframe) and you are following all the regiments lined out for you (ex. no contact, strengthening exercises), make sure to speak up. I was too timid when I should have voiced my opinion. I was paying for the treatment and should have had a say in it. Also don't be afraid to get a second opinion. A true professional will not be offended by this decision... and seriously if you or your insurance are going to be shelling over thousands of dollars like I did, it's a fiscally wise move.

- Lay down the law and set goals. Right off the bat tell your doctor you are an athlete and should be treated no different than the over-paid indoor football team they treat. Most patients they see in a day are geriatric, recovering from intense surgery, or "inactive"; physicians have unfortunately grown accustomed to this type of treatment level. Shake them out of that stereotype and let them know they need to raise the bar and get you back in action as fast as humanly possible.

Remember above all else you know your body. If something hurts, get it fixed. If you need to sit out a game, sit out! While healing quickly and committing fully to a healing regime is ideal; don't overdo it and make an injury worse or, Chuck Norris forbid, permanent.

Live to play another game!

The Hoff wants you to play again!

Lesson #4 - Let Your Feet Decide

There are some moves, particularly the tomahawk 180 turn, that took FOREVER for me to learn. For two weeks straight, spectators at the local roller rink could witness me practicing slow turns repeatedly like a weird, friendless loner at the empty end of the rink. Eventually, I mastered it and now pull off beautiful turns.

While I felt accomplished by learning my tomahawks, I wished the time learning it could've been shorter. That's when a lightbulb went off. I'd heard of bootcamps where they taught stops off skates, so why not learn everything off skates first?

I can't even count the number of times I tried a new move on my skates and promptly tripped over myself because my weight wasn't distributed correctly on my wheels.

This should be a warning at all rinks.

So now with this new idea to nip those awkward spills in the butt, I tried backwards walking, backwards jumping, one-legged 180 jumps, anything I could think of really. Each move I took careful note of where on my weight was balanced on every small part of my foot and how it transitioned throught the skill. And you know what? It worked like a charm. Granted I still needed to practice on my skates to really hone in the technique, in the end it took me less time and less practice to nail a move.

Oh yeah that's totally me.

So next time you have two left skates and nothing is working right, take those puppies off and concentrate on how you normally balance when doing things without skates, because eventually you want your skating to be as natural as walking.

Walking barefoot in grass = AWESOME!

Lesson #3 - Make Friends Part 1

If you're in derby, I highly suggest you make as many graphic designer friends as possible. You will never regret it and they'll save your ass more times than not.

Two bonuses to having these connections:

1.) You get stunning work from the heart. They know you and your personality. As long as you're not a complete raunch, chances are their friendship with you and passion for graphic designing will translate into the result.

2.) You get it for free =) Graphic designers are pricey, but as long as you compensate them after in some way, they're more than happy to do it. For example I made sure I had extra vinyls printed off for my friend Eric to see his artwork in action.

But absolutely remember, even though these folks are your friends, this is still their profession. NEVER EVER IN A ZILLION YEARS  be a graphic design bitch-zilla. Sure a correction here or there is fine and even welcomed, but nit picking every little thing will only result in friendship resentment. Also never put them on a strict time-frame. If a paying job comes up, they have mouths that need fed, which may require putting your project off until their free-time (all the more reason to constantly thank them).

Whenever you get a chance, plug their designer name too! They deserve it and any other projects you might bring their way.

Check out the designs below some of my good buds have done for me. And who knows, maybe even contact them for a quote on some stunning work of your very own.

My VLEO Logo.

Eric Lewis (a friend from my old band promotion days) did this one for me from scratch. I had giant vinyl decals made with this that now adorn both sides of my helmet; and I get compliments on them all the time.

TEAM USA International T-Shirt Logo

My friend Morgan Jones from highschool drew this diddy up for Team USA while he was living the dream in Hawaii. You can actually still purchase these alternative tees online and help fund Team USA's travel to the world cup in a few weeks!

Awesome portrait.

This little beauty actually just made it's way to me today. A fellow derby enthusiast Sean Ball penned this awesome likeness of me from some of my old facebook derby photos. It's supposed to be a belated part of my Trickeration Award present from our recently passed end of season banquet.


*If you would like to reach any of these designers,please email me and I'll put you in touch: katiemaepeters@gmail.com

*Also if you would like to purchase posters or stickers of my logo or portrait Sean did email me as well. All proceeds go to funding my derby career (specifically my travel to Toronto in three weeks for the roller derby world cup. YAY!).

Lesson #2 - Carry Spares

It was our season ender against the Choice City Rebels; the score showed us ahead by 20 points with only three minutes left in the game.

"Katie, killer," my coach assigned.

I took my place on the track, sized up the surrounding blockers, and began skating at the sound of the jam ref's whistle. Then the double whistle sounded; the jammers raced toward me. Mine whizzed by me on the inside path I left open for her. The other team's jammer tried for the same track, but I slammed my hips to the side, closing the path and throwing her off balance before she could get through.

A battle of plowstops and heavy juking quickly ensued. The opposition's blockers caught on, immediately dropping back to open a hole. By the time we've completed of full lap, the other jammer finally got by as a battle of resistance had begun between me and another blocker. I put all my weight on my outside skate, digging the wheels into the ground to stay in bounds. And then without any warning I flew down towards the ground. Taught to quickly recover I jumped up on my toestops and thrust my body forward, only to feel my left foot drag under me and pull me down again. Thinking I had simply not distributed my weight correctly, I jumped up to try again, only for my left ankle to go all wonky and take my body plummeting to the ground with it once more.

Confused I crawled my way into the infield to assess the damage.

Broken Ankle - No (Phew)

All Eight Wheels - Check

Snapped Front Left Skate Truck - Yep

After the game. If you look closely you can see where the truck is seperated from my plate.

Disheartened, I had no option but to watch from our team bench for the last two minutes of the bout (okay part of that time was spent in the penalty box for accuring a fourth minor). BUT this taught me an amzing lesson.

1) Bring spare, FLOOR-READY, EVERYTHING. While I did have a spare set of GT-50's with me, my super soft/slick outdoor wheels hugged tightly to the bearings (say goodbye to stability and control). Not even close to a competitive wheel I'd want to use on the polished concrete that night. If I had broken this earlier in the game I had no spare trucks in my skate bag to replace it either. Now I have spare parts for every square inch of my skates.

2) Being the captain gave me a definite ego boost, but watching my team hold off the opposition the last few moments from the sidelines instead of skating with them on the track, taught me something much greater. It taught me to TRUST MY TEAMMATES TO GET THE JOB DONE. The last jam they skated out with every once of faith and hope I possessed, and I watched them pull off the win. Easily the most incredibly, amazing, humbling event for me this year.

Lesson #1 - Yes it up

What better way to start this blog off than telling you how I became involved in roller derby. In the not so distant past, September 2010 to be exact, I sat in the greenroom of the community theatre Stage III and waited for my fellow cast members to show up. Having the insatiable metabolism I do, I started poking around to see what leftover snacks I could devour.

That's when I came across it - an April edition of the Casper Journal. I'm both disgusted and grateful by how lazy my fellow actors were; by some karmic coincidence this paper had survived countless theatre cleanings and the multitude of destructive forces that rip through that place. And now I held it in my hands reading a story about a casper roller derby team.

So I'm just going to admit it and shatter your hopes before they get too out of control; I am not hip nor will I ever be. (I blame it on the fact that my mother cut my hair into a mullet for the first 12 years of my life insisting she was giving me a "fuller set of bangs").


*DISCLAIMER* This is not an actual picture from my tainted youth, but it looked pretty damn close.

I hadn't seen Whip It or Kansas City Bomber, I wasn't that huge into boy-ish contact sports, and I definitely didn't even know what a huge fucking deal this sport had become in the US over the past 5 or so years...

But still something about it clicked. Granted I've always been an EXTREMELY random person who jumps at the chance for just about anything to broaden my young horizon, but this gave me goosebumps. This was the first goal I wanted to try where I thought I just might actually fail; so I kept it a secret.

The first daunting challenge I faced was contacting the team. The version of the story that was printed contained very few details, no team name, no email, no website; a reference to USARS created my only clue (little did I know the whole story, chalk full of team details was on the Journal's website). So after tracking down a league list for Wyoming on the interwebs, and the list having no details of which team was actually Casper's, I ended up writing like ten thousand people, just to make sure I could get the right one... I get antsy sometimes =)

Less than 24 hours later I had my response:



Do you like my clever blackout marks? Totally did that in Microsoft Paint... bringin' back the 90's.

Little did I know this email would change my life forever. And even reading it now I get kinda choked up (but not choked up enough to refrain from giving you the finger if you mock my girlish tears of joy). This was just the beginning though. If you stick around this blog long enough I might just tell you my whole story... including when I realized I couldn't actually skate.

Oh! How could I forget! Your lesson for the day!

Be a "Yes" Man... er Woman... Person! (Gotta appeal to all the demographics if I expect this blog to succeed ;)

Don't ever ask questions, just do it! If you're already questioning, you're already doubting, and doubting just shits all over the rainbow of potential and success. Keep the rainbow clean! Don't give yourself any excuses to not take on a challenge, no matter how daunting. Plus if you end up failing, just do what I do and tell people you had a gas leak in your apartment that made you temporarily remedial.