Final score 208 to 22. The scoreboard, showing 199 to 22, wasn't equipped to exhibit our victory over Long Island Roller Rebels.

I'm sure, as a member of the audience, the bout wasn't as exciting as the last against the Rhode Island Riveters, but there was quite a few good hits. I had at least 5 jammer take-downs, meaning I slammed myself into the jammer and she immediately connected with the floor, which is incredibly fun and gratifying.

Those Long Island girls and refs are a good time! Before I get to the after-party and the after-after-party, I must mention a few things.

1. Our sound was loads better. With the help of AV Technik you could actually hear when Diamond Dan, our fabulous announcer, emphatically yelled "What just happened?! Scuba was in the way! Scuba, what happened?"
2. The band, Edith Jones Project, was incredible. Never have I received so many comments about loving one of our bands. AND they wrote a song for us!
3. The ref crew was the best we've ever had. Psycho Billy, Mr. Rawk, Snarls-in-Charge, Fresh Eddie Fresh and Ian Fluenza joined our already stellar refs. A-Block wants Snarls to be her derby wife, but I might've scored him as my DBFF (derby best friend forever).
4. I must've signed 20-some autographs after the bout. I adore our fans!
5. MRD has never lost a full bout. I just realized this the other day. Holy crap!
6. There's another bout on May 17 against Connecticut! I can't frickin wait.
7. Glenn Jordan wrote one of the best articles written on MRD in this past Sunday's paper. He attended the April 12 bout and is writing about that, not May 3 at www.pressherald.com.

Back to the after-party. I personally didn't ride the mechanical bull due to Captain Mom Bomb's orders, but several of my teammates did. Daisy Cutter held her own for a good 30 seconds, and Lois Blow and Breezey both snuck onto that thing. MRD alumni, Pitts of Rage, actually stood on the bull as if she were surfing on a water buffalo.
And did you know the Stadium serves ginormous bottles of Miller Lite? As soon as I get some photos I'll post one.

After we'd had enough of the bull, we headed to Styxx in search of good dance music. We got no further than the door as they were charging the full cover at 12:30 am. Although we had twenty thirsty people, they refused to drop the cover to $2 a head. Off to Brian Boru...
After a quick drink and dance, we headed to the Clarion where the Long Island girls and refs were staying. I cannot indulge you with the libations that occurred, but let me say - I love those New Yorkers!

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