I am the play-by-play announcer for the Carolina Rollergirls, which coincidentally makes me the luckiest bastard on the planet. If you've never worked with a kick ass, high octane, rough and tumble all-girl flat-track roller derby league, then you're pissing your life away.It's the best way I can express my inner punk... and we all have an inner punk.Some express it through their music and dress, while others project it through their attitude, but we all have an instinctive need to piss off the world. To flip-off every asshole we see. To grab a fat lazy society by the lapels and slam its face into a cold hardened reality. To put so many tattoos on our body that we need a skin transplant to make room for more.If you've ever felt pain, you've felt punk. If you've ever felt vindicated, you've felt punk. If you've ever felt like an outcast, you've felt punk.How do you express your inner punk?Do you crank your music and slam around the room? Do you notice the injustices and travesties in the world or your neighborhood? Do you smile when someone busts their ass on the ice?I hold down a pretty buttondown job by day, but I am required to let my inner punk kick out the jams and have its way with me or I will find myself crushed by the critical mass.I look forward to seeing all of us punks rise to the surface... so we can let'em have it!
