
I took Jim to a
Boston Derby Dames bout last night. Jim actually belongs to my good friend, dogsitter, and drinkin' buddy Alex (
belen1974), who is also a scorekeeper. I watched the bout while Jim slept. It was the
Comonaughties versus the
Wicked Pissahs. I chose to root for the Pissahs, for a couple reasons: their team name (derived from a typical New Englander's accented evaluation of how good something is) as well as their
symbol. I can't seem to find a large version of it, but it pictures a gull entangled in a six-pack holder. I wholeheartedly support the use of local urban wildlife in sports team iconography. Their mascot, pictured above leading the pack, is "
Sully tha Gully.

In between game periods, Alex took Jim outside to socialize and pee and stuff. "

The gameplay was fast-paced and full-contact. One player went head-first into the bleachers and left on a stretcher. (I've since learned that she's okay.)

At one point I heard someone call my name. It was
mandy_moon, who wasn't sure she recognized me until she saw the tiny dog I was carrying. We discussed lj, and how we can't post about the interesting things at our workplaces (she works with lab monkeys) and I announced I would post a picture of her and
dosboof.

After the game (the Pissahs clobbered them) everyone went down to the floor to mix and socialize. The head ref brought his dog, a pitbull dressed as a ref.

Jim and the "Rufferee," whose name I believe is Vadar, got along great.

Finally, Alex and Jim posed for novelty photos.