We also put the Christmas Brr-lesque show to bed this weekend.
Thursday was the last derby scrimmage for 2013. I was one of only three skating refs to come, so I had to jam ref. It was that or head ref, so I think I made the right decision. :) I did mostly okay. I asked a couple really stupid questions of 0014, who was head ref, and I didn't make any calls on my jammer which meant I was skating for the entire scrimmage. But I did send two blockers to the box and I stood up to Deuce when she questioned a call and she didn't yell for a more experienced ref to come overrule me,
Then I lost my jammer.
See, the jammer refs switch at half-time, so if I'm fucking up for the white team, now I can even things out by fucking up for the black team. I was following one jammer, I saw the other waaaaaayyy over on the other side of the track, and I couldn't figure out why Re-Pete Offender (the other jam ref) was all up in my business until he asked if I was reffing black. :"Yeah!" I said astutely. "And the black jammer is..." well, she was waving at me from the other side of the track. Re-Pete laughed his ass off, 0014 laughed his ass off, Honestly, I did too, Re-Pete told me after then jam "It happens to all of us and you did exactly what you are supposed to do: you yelled FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!! and went and caught up to her."
The best part was that on Saturday this came across my roller derby ref tumblr:
When jammer reffing and I momentarily lose sight of my jammer
