The 2007 HRD season is finally over. The Psych Ward Sirens (4-1) repeated as champions even though the Bayou City Bosses (4-1) were undefeated going into the final bout, and surprise, surprise…the Burlesque Brawlers (1-4) stole third place from the Machete Betties (1-4).

I tried to keep the Brawlers from winning with some crazy antics in the first half of the bout, including first getting called for a major on a 20-foot violation when I was simply standing next to a Bettie and then assuming I was lead jammer when I came out of the pack ahead of the Betties’ jammer instead of confirming it by looking at my assigned ref. It’s not good when your jammer goes to the box, but it can be funny if your jammer just put the opposing jammer in the front row. After all that, the Brawlers were down by only nine at halftime, and I realized I better get my act together in the second half. Thank God the rest of the Brawlers were there to play instead of put on a show. So I toned down the hissing and scratching and scored ten points in one jam (lapped their jammer twice), then nine points in my next jam (only got her once that time). The rest of my girls kept their heads in the game, too. With thirty seconds to go, we were ahead by three, just starting the last jam, and knew that not even the best jammer in the league could score in that time frame. It was so beautiful, I cried. And cried. And cried. Then I cried some more, because I had to get up at 5:00 a.m. and it was 2:30 a.m.

I’m starting to get over this crazy derby season and look ahead (keep watching for major announcements), though things like this make it fun to look back:

Que ‘The Lone Ranger’ Theme music

Fiery quads with the speed of light, a cloud of dust and a
hearty, “Hi Ho Catazon!” The big cat is back! “Hi Ho Catazon,
away!” With her faithful team, the Burlesque Brawlers, the daring
and resourceful catlike skater of the flat track led the fight
against a winless season in HRD. Last night she returned to us those
thrilling days of yesteryear. Catazon skates again!

It was great seeing Catazon skate again with her fire and passion! I
credit Catazon with introducing me to HRD. ~ Dirty Sanchez

Thank you to everyone that encouraged me and the Brawlers to keep going. Thank you, Brawlers, for a season that ended much better than it began. Although it was looking scary there for a couple of weeks, we pulled it together in crunch time. Proud to be purple, always and forever.

I’m stealing a quote from one of my favorite movies, replacing Indians with Brawlers. Gotta love the underdog. Although the title of this post should be more along the lines of “Boo-hoo-hoo.” I’m still getting a little teary-eyed thinking of how my team brought, brung, branged, opened up a can of whoop-ass all over IT! What a night. I’ll post details as soon as I get more sleep and can control my emotions more effectively.

While I was busy spreading myself even thinner across the tubes, my domain name was busy expiring. Panic ensued across the nation, I’m sure, but not as much as it did right here in Catazonia when I realized my GoDaddy customer number was at home! I just knew somebody was going to swipe my domain sometime in the next ten hours, so I sneaked out of work to retrieve my password list. Good thing I only live fifteen minutes down the road with no traffic. I heard the big sigh of relief when I finally charged my online life away again for the next two years. (Well, only my domain…my hosting renews in December. Who wants to bet that I forget that, too?)

As if my online life isn’t cluttered enough, I go and create a Google page for myself. Does anything scream “I need a new job!” more than this? I guess if I keep playing around on the tubes, I may be forced to find a new job fast.

Get yourself one here.

This weekend, I spent 24 uninterrupted hours with my husband. Saturday night, we went to his 20-year high school reunion. Boring. Let’s get to the good stuff.

Sunday, we witnessed Kris Brown’s game-winning 57-yard field goal (picture taken by an old friend who I haven’t seen in a very long time):

Thanks to my husband’s employer, I saw this happen from the front row of Reliant Stadium, very close to the 50-yard line. At one point, I could have reached out and touched the guys that do the funniest commercials ever, Bud Light’s Real Men of Genius. Yep, it was a good day. Spending some quality time with my husband before hunting season starts wasn’t too bad either.

Buy your tickets! This upcoming bout has already been shrouded in controversy and characterized by numerous ups and downs in team welfare. I can’t wait to see the drama the actual day of the bout.

My head got cut off on the back of the flier, so naturally, I was once again inspired: