by Killer Zee
Derby can forge some intense relationships, more so than any other sport or club I have been part of. No one else but your teammates knows what it’s like to get wailed on three times a week, endure grueling drills, and run practices. While we have people outside of derby that support us — why else would they come to see us?! — no one really understands except the people that are right beside us on the line. For example, a recent conversation with my soon-to-be husband sounded something like this:
