Gestalt

Only a few weeks late on the Derby finals. Finally got these off the camera. The Leave it to Cleavers won over the Sisters of No Mercy, but no one stopped giving their all in this desperate battle. Which is part of what I love about it. They play for keeps, every minute.

And the spectators blanket out the most dangerous seating early.


Our dear friend ND is using his prodigious computer skillz to keep track of penalties. I won't point him out, but he's there.


The light is awful, so the best shots tend to be the milling about before the game starts.


The refs really get into the whole gestalt. This one not only has a mohawk on his helmet, but this match added googgly eyes as well.


Only wish I'd been more conscious during this. Glad I went. Wish it were this weekend, while I'm only rather tired.

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4 comments:

Blogger Isabelle said...

Goodness. I didn't understand that at all.

Reading your last few posts, I'm so glad that you've got to a good place (mostly) in your life.

15:59  
Blogger Zhoen said...

Isabelle,
Sorry, Roller Derby. It IS a bit hard to explain. It's also grand fun. When I went a few weeks ago, I will still rather ill, fuzzy headed, and wore earplugs to save my sore ears. The effect was more than a little surreal.

17:24  
Blogger Dale said...

:-)

My boss is a derby girl. I don't mess with her :-)

19:20  
Blogger Zhoen said...

Dale,
Very wise. Especially those Portland area Derby Girls.

21:40  

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