Just when you thought I was done with derby here on I Was Ben, J. showed me the Maid of the Fists highlight reel, which includes the gang doing what we do best; eating bread, rocking cardigans and doling out el cronados, sometimes simultaneously.

After months of grueling practices, massive bruises and elbows to the face, J. has been accepted into the ranks of the roller derby elite. Congratulations, sweets!

A bunch of us attended a roller derby bout in Buffalo over the weekend. The highlight of the night came when a bunch of roller girls took to the rink at halftime carrying bins full of loafs of bread. J. asked the person beside her what they were for, and she responded “They throw the bread, and you catch it.” It was like we were in Soviet-era Russia.

At first we were too bewildered to make the effort, but eventually Nagy came around and scooped a loaf of delicious rye out of the air. He had the plastic wrap torn open before he hit the seat again. Everyone else seemed to be saving theirs for when they got home. There was barely any left of Nagy’s loaf when we were through with it.