One of the leagues down the road is having tryouts for a new Announcer, so I’ve scheduled to hold a microphone at one of their scrimmages.
I’ll still be refereeing for our home bouts and MRDA tournaments and ECDX and the like, but I’ve always wanted to try announcing. I’ve got background in public speaking, teaching and performing, so announcing seems like an awesome challenge.
I’m scared as hell. But it’s usually the things that scare the hell out of me that I find the most fun.
Anyone who knows me knows I chose a name closely aligned with my real name because I am still on the fence with this discussion. I don’t anticipate changing any time soon unless I skate with a team that requires it because I’ve established myself in the community, but this change is very interesting to me from a man I respect a lot.
I’m always torn on this one.
Alter egos are awesome, and a name helps with that.
On my first skydive, I landed 9 1/2 miles away from the dropzone on an ostrich farm, so from day one I had a skydiver name: “Ostrich”. Most people I’ve jumped with hundreds of times probably don’t even know my legal name.
Derby is kind of the same way. I don’t know why I feel like it adds to the individual. It doesn’t really add to the sport as a whole.
Ah well, I’m probably getting a ref jersey made up with just my number anyways, to avoid the whole thing.
But if I ever change leagues or want to change my derby name, I’m totally going with “Slash Friction" next time.
“Sometimes love is a terrible idea, except that it’s not an idea. Sometimes love leaves suddenly and it’s as if you were lying to the other person all this time, or they were lying to you. Sometimes you love someone and they don’t love you back the way you want to be loved back and you think if they’ll just hear your case, if you present the evidence before them as if in a court of law, they will concede to your argument and love you the way you love them, forever even, and then you both get to be happy. But that’s not how it works. You jump from the plane and hope your parachute opens. The other person is that parachute. If you can, jump over water, and from not too great a height. But what am I saying here? As if you had a choice; as if love was a conscious decision. As if, “But it will never work” was some kind of valid argument.”—