You know who you are...you're probably wearing a button so that everyone else will know it, too. The Rolling Blackouts aren't a team, they aren't a league, they're a gang united by Roller Derby, and the sweet burn of too damn much whiskey. They're making out in the bathroom, waking up with what's-his-name, unidentified bruises, instant best friends, skating away a hangover, and remembering it all because thank god someone had a digital camera to catch it in the act.

That's right, you know who you are. And we want your stories. It all started on a fateful van ride from Los Angeles to Arizona, where 8 fifths of Jim Beam were the Derby Dolls' co-pilots and it contines on every weekend where ever there are roller derby girls horrifying bar owners, yelling on sidewalks, and getting drummed out at last call.

Stand up shakily and be counted (twice on account of double vision)!! Viva La Rolling Blackouts!