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6-17: 2nd Annual Pride & Powerjams

6-17: 2nd Annual Pride & Powerjams

What’s this roller derby? Come and check out! Each and every age, gender and background are just perfect for roller derby. We’re collaborating with local organisations, including the Northern Colorado Aids Project,  to provide a day of fun, hard-hitting roller derby action in this mix-up game!

The good times will start rolling when the doors open at 6:30 PM. The game starts at 7 PM.

Skaters! Register to participate!
Limited spots are available, so sign up now! The cost to participate is $20 per person, payment details will be emailed to registrants.

Spectators! Get presale tickets at Brown Paper Tickets.

Tickets will be available at the door
$15 – General Admission
$10 – Students and Military (w ID)
Free – Kids under 12

We’re also looking for officials! Want to join Zebra or Flamingo? Sign-up now!

New to derby? We provide Officials Training at Thursday night scrimmages from 9 PM – 11 PM. No experience necessary! Find out more…

Digital Program:

After Party:

R Bar & Lounge

107 E Laurel St.
Fort Collins, CO 80524

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6-25: 1st Pride and Powerjams – Mini Mix-up Tournament

6-25: 1st Pride and Powerjams – Mini Mix-up Tournament

What’s this roller derby? Come and check out! Each and every age, gender and background are just perfect for roller derby. We’re collaborating with Northern Colorado Pride to provide a day of fun, hard-hitting roller derby action in this mix-up mini-tournament!
Join us for an afternoon packed with hard hits and fun times in this round-robin mix-up tournament of 3 teams! Including various vendors, entertainment, and MORE! Stay tuned for details!
Stay tuned for team sign-up information! Get tickets at Brown Paper Tickets for $10
Skaters can register to participate here:

We’re also looking for officials! Want to join Zebra or Flamingo? Sign-up now! New to derby? We can train you at Thursday night scrimmages from 9 PM – 11PM! Officials Sign-up:


In Her Own Words: LA’s Finest

In Her Own Words: LA’s Finest

Hello. My name is Tess and I play the wonderful sport of roller derby with the FoCo Girls Gone Derby here in Fort Collins, CO. This league of amazing individuals has changed my life.

I moved to Colorado six years ago with no direction or purpose. I was born and raised in Los Angeles California and decided that I didn’t want to raise my son in a giant loud city.  My best friend and I decided one night we were going to take a chance and move to Fort Collins.  We packed whatever we could fit into a Toyota Corolla and started driving.  Not knowing anybody I settled in and got a job but, for me something was still missing. I’m not super outgoing so finding friends out of nowhere was pretty tough.

One night I rented the roller derby movie “Whip It”. I went to work the next day and was talking about the movie with a coworker.   We liked the movie and loved the idea of roller derby. One of us jokingly told the other, “I’ll try it if you do”. We looked up local roller derby and promised each other to give it a shot and stick together. About a month later we were at our first new recruit practice together and fell IN LOVE with this sport but, learned very quickly it was nothing like the movie, “Whip It”, but better!

Time came to pick our derby names. It’s a lot harder than you think picking a derby name.  Some of the good ones are taken!  For my derby name I stuck to my roots where I grew up, “LA’s Finest”.  My friend went with her favorite band (I am convinced she is their biggest fan) Miss Erie Business.  She’s one of the best friends I have ever met in derby and the dedication she gives to this sport shows on the track.  Over five years later, Miz and I are still both skating for this league and even on the same team now!

Speaking of love and derby…

 In my new recruit class I actually met the most amazing person in this world. No joke, she is now my wife.   We met in FoCo’s new recruit class, became friends for about a year or so and started dating. We were just legally married in November and I owe it all to this amazing league for bringing us together. I went into derby wanting to try a new sport and meet some people with some similar interests. I have some of the best friends I could ever ask for and a spouse!  Derby has taught me so much about myself and has made me the person I am today. I would recommend anyone to try derby if it interests you at all. There’s so much to get out of it. To be a part of this league and the community it comes with is something indescribable

The friendships I have made in this league are hard to explain.  Every single person in this league, from the skaters to the refs and the non-skating officials, the coaches, captains, volunteers…the love surrounding  this sport is like nothing I have ever found. When I say roller derby changed my life… I mean it.

LA’s Finest

Offical Review: Being Gay in Sports

Offical Review: Being Gay in Sports

The views expressed in this blog entry are the opinion and do not necessarily reflect or endorse the views of Foco Girls Gone Derby, the Women’s Flat Track Derby Association or any other sports entity.

If you’ve If you’ve picked up a copy of the sports section lately, you might have accidentally confused it for the lifestyles or opinions section based on the large number of articles about “gays in sports.”  Just a few articles I have read in the last week include:Being Gay at the Sochi Olympics, Michael Sam Comes Out As Gay: Missouri Football Star Could be 1st Openly Gay Player, America is Ready For Openly Gay Athletes, Poll Shows and my personal favorite:How to Behave Around Your Gay Teammate in the Locker Room.

Before I delve into this topic (see disclaimer above), I should be transparent about why I am writing this piece. I am a gay man who officiates in the sport of women’s roller derby.  Does my role as an official make me an expert on LGBTQIA individuals involved in sports? Certainly not.  But as a gay man who is also a sports aficionado it feels completely appropriate to write about the recent buzz in both the LBGTQIA and sports communities.

As a young kid, I grew up with team sports.  I can remember at an early age being involved with the American Youth Soccer Organization (AYSO).  My mom would cart my brother and me, once a week to practice and to games on the weekends.  This was my first real exposure to team sports and although I can’t tell you our win/loss record for each season I participated in with AYSO, I do acknowledge that the experience allowed me to feel like a member of a team and also afforded me the opportunity to eat a lot of delicious orange slices after each game!

My second foray into organized sports was recreational volleyball, which, at the time, was largely considered “feminine” and I was one of the two boys on the team.   While I loved being on the team and played for three seasons, it was the first time I wondered if my teammates, coach, or spectators speculated about my sexuality.  You see, I knew I was gay very early in life and although I didn’t come out until I was fourteen, this was my first intersection with sports and my sexuality.  It was the first time I wondered if being gay meant I couldn’t play sports or be on a team.

It wasn’t until I went to high school, where all students were mandated to play team sports in lieu of physical education classes, when I actually panicked about being gay and on a sports team.  By that time in my life, I had come out to myself and my family, but wasn’t out to my friends or classmates.  Having attended a boarding school where you live, eat, and sleep with your classmates, it’s not an easy secret to keep and my “sparkling” personality didn’t really help either.

My first season of high school sports, I was invited to play on the varsity soccer team.  Apparently my youth soccer experiences paid off in the skill department.  Our first several games of the season were home games, which meant I didn’t have to travel to other schools, but more importantly, it meant I could go back to my dorm room after the game and shower in the privacy of my own room.  However, it was my first away game that I dreaded, for fear of having to shower with my other teammates before we boarded the bus back home.

Let me shed a little light here for a second; when I was in high school, I was more terrified of showering with my straight teammates than they likely ever were of showering with the presumed gay guy on the team (see sparkling personality reference above).  I had a lot of the same body image issues that lots of young people face when you’re going through puberty.  The only times that I ever looked at someone in the locker room was more for comparisons’ sake of  “Oh wow, my body doesn’t look like that, “ or “Am I supposed to have hair there?!?”  My cursory glances, and those glances of my teammates alike, at other’s bodies were more about the growing body image issue that we have in America, which is a different topic for a different day.  I survived through two years of high school varsity sports (soccer, swimming and tennis) with my head down and always being the first in and out of the rampant heterosexual environment known as “the locker room.”  I provide this backdrop as context of what it was like in the early 90’s to be a young gay athlete.

When I joined Foco Girls Gone Derby in 2012, I was never required, nor did I feel compelled to disclose my sexual orientation.  I joined with the hope of becoming part of a team again and to engage in a sport that I felt passionate about.  What I appreciate most about the sport of derby is that it has a relatively open door policy and that you have the right to be who you are without judgement or retaliation.  While I cannot speak for all leagues involved in either WFTDA or its male counterpart, Men’s Roller Derby Association (MRDA), thus far I have always been treated with respect and welcomed with open arms by players, coaches and fellow officials.

It is encouraging that the revelation of gay athletes is as celebrated as it is, but also disconcerting that in 2014 an athlete’s coming out story is still national news.  While I’m excited that Michael Sam is now “out” and has prospects to be the first openly gay NFL player, and the international response to Russia’s anti-gay propaganda laws, especially in light of the International Olympic Committees objections, at the end of the day, fans and athletes alike still care about one thing: sports.

For my fellow athletes: treat your LGBTQIA teammates the way you would treat any of your straight teammates.  Joke with them, interact with them both on and off the track, court, field, etc., help fight the heterocentric nature of the locker room, and while you’re at it, challenge body image issues raised in the locker room, and most of all, don’t make judgments of an athlete’s ability simply because of their sexual orientation.

For fans who love sports, neither I, nor most athletes, need a standing ovation for being gay athletes.  Simply acknowledge gay team members as an athlete who’s out there doing what they love while providing you entertainment and enjoyment.  Support athletes when they make great plays and prevent yourself from using hateful words like gay, queer, or fag for players who make bad plays or are on teams you cheer against.

Michael Sam’s coming out may open the door to a new audience for the NFL, but it likely won’t have any huge ramifications on existing fan bases.  I, like many others, will not cheer any less for the Denver Broncos, despite their blundering performance in Super Bowl XLVIII, in place of a team that drafts the first openly gay player.  I also don’t expect a mass defection of fans from a team that chooses to draft Sam.  There have always been and will always be LGBTQIA athletes but it is first and foremost the responsibility as athletes, officials, and fans alike to display the highest levels of dignity, respect and sportsmanship to all, both on and off the field.

Whistle Blower

Show me that Smile Again

Show me that Smile Again

My body hurts all the time. Just a little bit, but it’s seriously ALL THE TIME. My hips are tight and my knee is stiff. My ankle pops and my lower back aches. It’s getting close to the end of the season and I am burnt out. Practice nights mean that I am not getting to bed before midnight and it feels like there is no end in sight. There is a derby event seemingly every weekend. Public appearances, bouts, meetings, and more meetings. I have league meetings and board meetings, there are committee meetings and special Sunday coffee meetings to talk about that special bout we’re thinking about. I am there early and I stay late. This is my derby life.

It didn’t start out this way. I thought it would get me out of the house, get me active, and help me meet people. Which, well, mission accomplished. I joined the league and had 50 new close friends. I don’t know when things changed, but they have. Somewhere along the line, I became totally infatuated with derby. The more I learned about it, the more ingrained in the culture I became. I talked about the merits of different wheels and pads, which bearings to buy, and different styles and brands of boots. I have talked about strategy; from eating the baby to passive offense. I have watched hours of playoffs and have yelled at the T.V. to “Back bridge!!” and let the defense know there is a “Jammer standing!!” more times than I can count.

No, this is not an announcement of retirement, but I can say, that like with any relationship, the new-ness has worn off and I am left with the reality of derby. A reality that is always challenging. Our “season”  is pretty much year round. While other sports play from September to January, we practice for 10 1/2 months together. Taking December off and a a few weeks in the summer. It’s a marathon, not a sprint. I practice with my team a minimum of 6 hours a week and am expected (but have trouble with) training on my own outside of practice, to eat right, to be at my peak of performance for MORE THAN 1O MONTHS OF THE YEAR. I do not get paid for this, rather, I pay to do it. I give my time, my money, my body, and my heart to this sport and my league.

I live and breathe FoCo. I had a dream the other night about having paid positions in my league one day. An actual dream. Not like, “I have a dream” but I was laying in bed, my eyes were closed, by subconscious was running the movie behind my eyelids and I dreamt about my hopes for the league someday and I dreamt that I was a part of them still. Dedication, no? That same night, another league member had a dream that I could jump the apex and we were all on ESPN.

I wonder how far we are from those derby dreams. No, no. I don’t mean me jumping the apex. (I am not going to use the word “impossible” for that, because you never know…. but it’s awesome knowing that someone has that much faith in me!) I mean from being a major sport in the world. What will that look like? What do we need to sacrifice in order to mainstream? Are the 2020 Olympics something that we want to pursue? Are the small people like me going to be left behind? I love the fact that I, personally, have had a hand in building this league. I love that so many others do too. It was here long before me, and god willing, will be long after me. I love that part of WFTDA’s member league requirements are that all leagues are at least 80% operated by skaters. What does that look like as the outside world comes in? What does it look like as we let them in?

As the sport grows, as our athleticism increases, as we surrender to the mainstream more and more, I remember the things that attracted me to it. Beautiful women of all shapes, sizes, and ages wearing fishnets and sparkle booty shorts with PRIDE, having ridiculous names like “Suzy MuffinCrusher” and “iOna Switchblade”, and being an unabashadly powerful force of womanhood. The epitome of confidence. That is what they are to me still. That is what I am to me now. If I lay down my derby name and short-shorts at the altar of my future (as yet non-existent) daughter’s Olympic dreams, what am I telling her about the sport I helped to shape and build?

I came to derby because it was offbeat, because it was non-tradtitional. If we lose the things that make us non-tradtional in order to get to what someone else thinks is “the next level” are we willing to also lose the good things they bring us? If the culture of derby was like  soccer, volleyball, or basketball I can’t say that I would still be here now, nor might I have signed up those 2 years ago. Here’s to the last year FoCo Girls Gone Derby, and the next. I love you all.

Derby Love,

Mollytov Maguire

Final thought: with derby being featured in the 2018 Gay Games and own known commitment to LBGTQ rights and equality, how could we knowingly send our athletes to places like Russia for the Olympics? Discuss.