She's skating straight at me and at the very last moment before she hammers full force into my sternum she turns her hips and her wheels make a great breaking screech and she's standing there blinking smiling like she's waiting for a bus. This is the hockey-stop I've been working on for two years. It's taking so long because I had excuses. My excuses were; I had an ACL surgery, a divorce, a move three states away, and a new derby league. Now I am out of excuse. I do them at the end of practice and when we're doing foot worky things but it's slow going. I hesitate. I question. I over-analize. I forget to work on them. I feel like I kinda have it, sometimes I make that great scritching noise with my wheels but I don't yet have the nerve to try it going full blast with someone standing in the way yet. I will though. Then I will hockey stop all over town, screeching up and sliding in sideways like the Dukes of Hazard announcing "I could have plowed into you with everything I have, but choose not to."