In the annals of sports history there are legendary performances that have rewarded the faithful fans who are built with the loyal framework it requires to not abandon hope when all seems lost.
John Elway gave the world the iconic Super Bowl moment known simply as “The Drive.”
Reggie Miller scored 8 points in 8.9 seconds to erase a 6 point deficit in the final seconds of game 1 of the Eastern Conference Finals.
Kenny Wheaton altered the course of history for the Pacific Athletic Conference with “The Pick.”
Brandon Roy restored Portland’s faith in the Basketball Gods, for a little while anyway, when his hobbled body somehow allowed him to overcome a 67 - 44 deficit in game 4 of the playoffs.
The Boston Redsox came back from being down 3 - 0 in the American League Championship Series against hated rivals, the New York Yankees, and went on to break the curse.
The moral of the story is simple; overcoming adversity is what makes legends legendary, separates sports history from mere folklore and it’s why I never leave early when my team is down.
On Saturday, April 14, the too few people that were on hand at the Memorial Coliseum were given an amazing opportunity to witness greatness. In a bout where penalties had devastated the home team (Wheels of Justice) against perennial powerhouse Windy City Allstars, the crowd sat in dismay as WOJ found themselves trailing consistently by 20 points in the second half and by as much as 30 points with only 6 minutes left in the bout. Unlike other venues for other sporting events, there was no one headed for the exits, not even those fans that spent the entire event looking up rules in the program or asking, “What just happened?”
With only 1 minute and 46 seconds left, WOJ trailed 130 to 113; the public address announcer urged the crowd to put their “wings” in the air for Scald Eagle. He got his wish. Fans flapped their arms like wings and the final jam of the bout was underway. What happened next was legendary.
Scald Eagle and Jackie Daniels (the WCA captain) lined up behind the pack. Everyone in attendance knew that if Jackie Daniels earned lead jammer status, it would all be over for WOJ. With 1:28 left, Frank n Hurter and Scrappy Go Lucky forced Jackie Daniels off the track and into the infield. At 1:25, J.K. Rolling laid down a punishing block on WCA’s Bork Bork Bork, clearing the way for Scald Eagle to gain lead jammer status. Jackie Daniels, while fighting her way back on the track, was called for her 4th minor back block penalty and ordered into the penalty box, leaving Scald Eagle as the only jammer on track.
With the power jam in place and WCA only having 3 blockers on the track, Scald Eagle sliced through the pack untouched for a 5 point Grand Slam cutting the lead to 130 - 118. A mere 8 seconds later Scald Eagle closed on the pack and was back in scoring position. A 20-foot tight rope act later the lead was down to 7.
The 3rd scoring pass started with 53 seconds remaining. Desperately needing 8 points for the win, the Memorial Coliseum was in an absolute frenzy while Scald Eagle turned on her jets to catch back up with the pack with 43 seconds left. The move she made to cut through the mass of women jostling for position was breathtaking. Combining her unquestionable athleticism and strength with her disturbingly amazing balance, she somehow completed a 1-skated 360 through 7 women while barely staying on the track. The lead was now at 2 and everyone in the building believed she could do the unthinkable.
28 seconds remained and WCA held position on the track to regroup and put an end to this historic jam. WCA’s pivot, Hoosier Mama, connected with a well-placed hip on Scald Eagle knocking her off of J.K. Rolling and landing her flat down on the track. Scald Eagle made her way back to her feet and staggered back to the pack, like a boxer in the 12th round needing a K.O. to win the belt. With 19 seconds left she was back in scoring position. With an assist from J.K. Rolling, Scald Eagle found a line past the pack for 5 more points.
By the time Jackie Daniels was back on the track, it was too late. Scald Eagle and her vicious group of blockers had done it. The building was electric. A great new memory had been etched in stone and my love for derby was solidified.
I was there when Brandon Roy made the near half-court shot with no time left on the clock against Houston. I was there again when he mounted that comeback against Dallas in the playoffs. I watched every game of that ALCS where Boston made history. This moment at that point in time was just as epic for me as a sports fan.
To anyone that hasn’t found time for derby, I understand. I was there; I went to my first derby bout this year on my 31st birthday. My girlfriend talked me into it and I thought, at worst, it would be chicks in underwear beating the crap out of each other like lingerie football on wheels. I was thankfully wrong. Derby is a sport, and my appreciation for it should serve as more than enough credibility for those of you who know me to be motivated to check it out. This is not lingerie football or professional wrestling on wheels. Once you appreciate the fun names and understand the rigorous hours of practice and all the volunteering required to earn a derby name, you’ll know that this is all about real athletes being willing and able to do right by sport fans everywhere.
-Kurt Valentine
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