Why I Skate: Bam Bam McCha-Cha
Why I Play – Bam Bam McCha Cha
Why did I join Dominion Derby Girls, you ask? Well, to be honest I was a little scared to be a derby girl at first. I was sort of apprehensive because getting beaten up and pummeled was not high on my priority list. I still had the old memories of watching Roller Derby on T.V. back in the 70’s when I was a little kid,; memories of girls (and guys) aggressively clothes-lining, stomping, shoving, and kicking one another. Not to mention seeing those derby folks careening through the air and spinning around the rails only to fall into the heckling crowd was frightening. Hmmm? On the other hand, I was also eerily fascinated and intrigued by the action and mayhem which lured me into becoming a Sunday morning Roller Derby junkie; just me watching alone, while my parents continued their Sunday morning routine… I digress, but as I was saying , I was a chicken when I was first approached to do Roller Derby . Being a spectator was easier, safer., but remembering the fast paced excitement and how awesome they all looked skating around like speed demons crashing and hitting one another to get the jammer through was alluring.

So in comes Jan Rosser with a great idea for all of us, “hey guys I think we all should check out this Roller Derby thing my friend Billy is trying to promote.” I look at her and said, “what… Roller Derby, here in Norfolk?” Her retort, “yeah, I think it’ll be fun, let’s all try it. They‘re going to be skating at Kempsville on Thursday, we‘ll just show up and see what it‘s about and if we don‘t like it we can leave.” All right, fair enough, we can at least see what’s going on, I am kind of curious. So that Thursday Tabatha, Missy, Jan , and I get into Jan’s Honda and trek our way to the rink to see what’s going on. All four of us were on the same wave length that night because we were wearing something 70’s roller disco without even consulting each other, I think it was because we’re cool like that. We enter the rink and sneakily spy on the girls “practicing”, by the way, this was done during Kempsville’s open skate, there was nothing official or regimented about this practice. Not a helmet nor protective pad in sight, well maybe a few girls did have wrist guards, but that was it. We skate around the rink trying to look as if we were just there by happenstance at this “open skate” to skate, not to join roller derby. And Billy comes up, “ so, are you girls here for Roller Derby?” “ Um, yeah, sure, we’re just checking it out.” Next thing I know we’re doing some sort of weaving drill and then did a few hip bumps. I was frightened, but I did it anyway. It wasn’t so bad. “Come next door with us after practice,” they offered.

Afterwards, we went to meet the girls formally at a Mexican restaurant, Jan, Tab Missy, and I were mulling over this Roller Derby thing with some margaritas. The first person that I met was Mother Jugs and it was her 22nd birthday . A majority of the girls there were in their early 20’s, whereas, the four of us (Jan, Tab, Missy, and I) were in our mid 30’s, I thought damn, I think I might be too old for this. When they asked me if I was joining, I tried to use the age thing as an excuse. We have people in their 40’s skating, you’re not too old, they cooed convincingly. Jan looks at us and said, “come on, we’ll just show up and have fun, you’ve got to admit, that was fun.” She was right, it was fun and I liked it. Anyways, I needed something to get me back into shape because I had had a baby the previous year and was feeling lumpy. Not to mention, I got the chance to hang tough with my bff’s with skates on my feet. All right I’ll do it. Before I knew it we were in it. The four of us concocted our derby names within a matter of weeks: I became Bam Bam McCha~Cha, Jan became Traylor Crash, Tabatha became Holly Go Bite Me, and Missy became Suicide Barbie. From then on we started attending practice. We were officially Roller Derby Girls. I was even successful with recruiting 3 more of my bff’s to join in on the Roller Derby fun (the beautiful Pachuca Loca, Asian Chow Down, and Becca the Wrecka).
Those first few months were quite humorous. The league was just starting out, the Roller Derby concept was so new to EVERYONE, we weren’t even sure how to play the game. We shared practices with a children’s speed skating team to get some semblance of direction, but we still needed guidance . Seriously, everything was super rag tag and I always heard stuff like, what do you mean get in a diamond formation, using your elbows is a penalty, I thought you were supposed to make a dogpile for showmanship, when do I get to wear a cute costume ??????????????????? My how things have changed. Thanks to the hard work and research by some very dedicated and driven league members (The Ruffian and Mother Jugs) we started to shape up our act. Jan became our league president when leadership got a little hairy. Also, a very instrumental and pivotal transplant from the Tucson Roller Derby graciously shared all of her Derby knowledge giving us a chance to get this Roller Derby thing done right (thank you Sweet and Lowdown, I am forever grateful). Wowee, now this was getting serious. Months went by it’s coming together.
We were training like real athletes and had our own rink time. Finally, Haygood took a chance and gave us an opportunity. We were figuring out strategy and planning our bouts. I got the rush and the fever. I learned how to a hit a girl hard, real hard. We were getting good . After more hard work by league members we were accepted into WFTDA, a national organization that regulates and sanctions our sport. Roller Derby was no longer a spectacle, but a real honest to goodness athletic sport. I was given the opportunity to travel with my team: Vegas, Philly, Baltimore, Long Island. How exciting. A concussion, abrasions, two messed up thumbs, a black eye, and a busted bursa, this is Roller Derby. This is real and I’m a part of it. Almost three years later and I’m still skating.
I would of never thought in a million years that I would say, I’m in Roller Derby or I do Derby. It has become such an important part of my identity. It speaks about who I am. I am tough and strong. I love the sisterhood and how all of my bff’s and I could participate in a full contact team sport. I love all of the new friends that I have made through Roller Derby (some of whom are now old friends).

Most of my friends had to move away from derby, be it life or injury that keeps them at bay, despite that, the experiences will be with us forever. I miss Jan, the one who started it all. Sadly, she lost her battle to cancer two years ago and never had the chance to play in a bout. I miss her spunk and spirit; but the fortunate thing is that I am able to take a bit of Jan’s spirit to every bout that I play in: the spirit to keep on going no matter what, the spirit to work together with my team, the spirit to have fun. Thanks Jan, it was you who gave me the cojones to do it. I <3 Roller Derby and I <3 Jan Rosser.



