After every game the Brawlers lose, someone out there says, “Brawlers will be the team to beat next year.” After every game the Brawlers lose, I want to plug my ears for a few days so I don’t go off on someone about how they have made it alright for the Brawlers to lose this year. Because to me, it’s never alright to lose and it’s never alright to make excuses.

I’m sure nobody knows this and I can’t believe I’m going to divulge this, but I cry in my car on the way home from every bout. This past Sunday, my tears were also due to relief that I made it through the one-year anniversary of the worst injury of my life in one piece. I’ve been making excuses for not bringing my “A game” (as a fan called it), but I’m done. I’m going to shed my own personal self-fulfilling prophecy. I hope everyone joins me and stops making excuses because the Brawlers are rookies, the Brawlers are rebuilding, or the Brawlers are fan favorites (obviously that is just a downright misconception since there were only about 200 people left in the building for our second half).

So you might have been expecting more of a recap. Derby supporters and zealous fans have done a pretty good job of that elsewhere. The Brawlers will play the Betties in October for third place. I’m hoping to post a recap on a self-defeating prophecy.

We had another backyard-destroying blowout to mark four years of fun with The Kitten. She requested water balloons to celebrate the occasion. I think she and her cousins and a few close friends went through 400 of them.

The Kitten also wowed all party-goers with a preview of her gold-medal performance in the Steeplechase for the 2024 Summer Olympics.

A hasty retreat from water balloons

Originally uploaded by MzMo.

Just got the message that we need to promote…promote…promote so we can sell…sell…sell some tickets and realized that I had not posted this month’s flyer yet.

I am so ready for this bout to be over, because that means I will only have five more days until Margaritaville.

If there was ever any question about whether or not I am truly an Amazon, this video should answer it.

Yep, I’m huge, and I can’t say it’s all camera angles. I also apologize for the rambling, but I’m much better at playing the strong, silent type.

Five reasons why Central Texas is heaven on earth:

1. my favorite barbecue establishment
2. my favorite place for queso and CHEAP margaritas
3. my favorite place for a nice view and EXPENSIVE margaritas
4. the birthplace of modern-day roller derby
5. my favorite place to just BE in the whole wide world

None of these places will be visited on my trip to Central Texas this weekend; therefore, I might as well be in hell! I will be staying in a farmhouse built in the 1930’s or 40’s (I can’t remember, but I know it was a long, stinky-ass time ago). I will have to share a bathroom with my in-laws. I will be surrounded by country folk that didn’t understand why I kept playing tackle football after I broke myself, so they most certainly can’t understand why I keep “rollerblading” after breaking myself again. I will be forced to eat vegetables with the yummy bonus flavor of bacon, if there is any room for vegetables at all. I will miss two derby practices. I can’t wait to get back home to start on all the things I should have been doing this weekend to prepare for The Kitten’s 4th birthday next week.

The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven. ~ John Milton