The season ended with a triumphant explosion of pink and black as the Nutcrackers closed the season, defeating the Cosmonaughties 109-96. This was the third Championship game in BDD history and was the debut of the Fez Cup trophy. As I had mentioned before, my wife skates on the Nutcrackers while I am the mascot for the Cosmonaughties. Either way, I felt I had won. Watching that game, however, I realize that I didn't have the monopoly on that sentiment.
For the fans, they were treated to a tremendously competitive game, that became so nail-bitingly close in the last few minutes that I have bloody cuticles even now. As Macbook Pros are not liquid-resistant I can only hope I will continue this entry without getting a band-aid or using my iPhone to continue. Just kidding, my hands are raw from mini-golf. The indoor course was dry and hot! But I digressed far too much. I need to put the meat of this compliment-heavy sandwich below the happy -go-lucky word bun above.
Often, you put your business-face forward. We love our audience, we want them to be happy, enjoy their time and come back. Over each season, all of the leagues I know make Atalantean efforts to put on the best bouts imaginable. They do so nearly every time, but it's important to remember it takes work. Hard work. Hard, grueling, brings-out-the-worst-in-the-kindest-souls-I-WILL-KILL-YOU-IF-YOU-SIT-UP-THERE work. When you have a season that puts on two bouts every three weeks, it takes its mental and emotional toll.
My main job is to recruit, train, and manage the volunteer bout staff. It's a tough gig. The initial explosion of help at the beginning of the season means I have a decent pick of people. Super-fans, romantic interests of new skaters, and skaters from other leagues pop out of the woodwork. It works great. However, the challenge this year was to keep a reliable, large pool of people on staff for each event. In training, praising, and feeding my people, I was able to keep most of them. It's actually miraculous. In derby, people do forget that our volunteers are just that --volunteers. They're not paid to be yelled at for not knowing who your mom is, or to be a sudden expert at audio-visual equipment. Don't get me wrong, if a dude sucks, he sucks, and we get rid of him. Thankfully, the vast majority of derby dames this season made it a point to thank the workers of their bouts and even began feeding the volunteers at the end of the night.
Crappy events can wear on you when you're on the top of the heap. As the advocate for our volunteer staff I must do whatever I can to make sure crap gets done. And yet dealing with the social, logistical, and mental hiccups that occur from month-to-month is taxing.
Here is photographic evidence of me before and after a season:
Even with the nasty moments, which you find in almost every job, it's worth it. You shoulder responsibility in a DIY organization so the end-result is that people who come to the bout think it went off without a hitch. If they believe that, you've done your job. When working that hard, I have seen plenty of people tap out rather than go through the process again. The minutiae of the work overshadows why they agreed to do it in the first place. I don't blame them. Shit's hard.
The great thing about derby, however, is that I never forget why I do these things. I started helping out because I love my wife. I continued to help because I love my friends. I will continue to help because I love this game. I am I happy to report I ended the season with more "Woo Hoo" than "@$$% You."
Going into next season, I'd love to make it possible to drain the @$$% You out of everyone's brain meats.
Hooray. Next stop, nationals.