Best Of :: Fun & Games
by Robrt L. Pela
Milani Mangler of the Arizona Derby Dames
Roller derby was never on Milani Mangler’s radar. “I’m surprised I even went for it,” she admits. “I wasn’t very athletic growing up. But a friend of my sister’s was in the Brutal Beauties, and she invited us out to a game. I was in awe of how strong and fast these women were.”
Mangler, who currently skates for five-time banked-track derby champions the Runaway Brides, wasn’t yet 18 at the time. After watching her sister get drafted onto one of the Arizona Derby Dames teams, she knew she wanted to compete, too. Shortly after her 18th birthday, she recalls, “I showed up for tryouts, shaking in my boots, and the rest is history.”
Eight years later, Mangler trains twice a week with the Brides, playing all positions during competitions. She’s also a team member with the Dames’ all-star travel team, the Hot Shots, and mentors the Minor Assaults, the league’s under-18 junior team. “We usually get our butts kicked,” she admits. “These girls are really good.”
Five Things That make a Great Roller Derby Team Player
By Milani Mangler
- Be resilient, able to recover quickly from all things roller derby throws at you.
- Be dedicated to learning and growing within the sport.
- Communicate. You need to be able to speak honestly to your teammates and to your league members.
- Be supportive out on the track, at practice, or anywhere else your teammates may need you.
- Have integrity. Always.
They perch on rooftops, displaying massive plumage and looking for all the world like colossal weather vanes. They strut up and down sidewalks, taking treats from the outstretched hands of neighborhood kids. And during the summer months, the males scream bloody murder from atop telephone poles, bellowing for peacock tail well into the night and long before the sun rises each morning.
Some say the peacocks have always lived in Coronado, one of Phoenix's oldest neighborhoods, bordered by Thomas Road and I-10, and Seventh and 20th streets. The story is that a pair of the birds were abandoned by a woman who lived in Coronado in the early 1990s. Neighbors began feeding the pretty fowl and, before you could say, "shake a tail feather!" there were dozens of them.
Rumors have been flying around the neighborhood that some Coronado residents are breeding the noisy poop-makers, because they think peacocks make the neighborhood "more interesting." But there's another story that goes like this: One of our better-known historic districts is curb-deep in peafowl because one guy found out that a neighbor he despised happened to hate peacocks. This bitter fellow then, according to Coronado lore, smuggled in a pair of especially amorous peahens and one especially randy male, caged them in his backyard and, after they began laying pea-eggs, released them to terrorize his nemesis.
It sounds implausible and more than a little silly. But then so does the very notion of peacocks living in a downtown neighborhood. You decide.
You know the jackalope has to be real. You've lived your life in the desert, you've seen spiders as big as your fist, and horned toads and lizards that live in the light fixture on your front porch. So why not a jackrabbit with deer antlers and a pheasant's tail?
The legend of the jackalope went viral in the 1930s in Douglas, Wyoming, after Douglas Herrick, a hunter and amateur taxidermist, grafted deer antlers onto a jackrabbit carcass, then told everyone for miles around that he'd shot the creature himself. The fellow then sold the world's first stuffed jackalope to Douglas' La Bonte Hotel, where it stood in the lobby, apparently inspiring other weekend taxidermy fans to go home and create their own.
Some claim that the jackalope is just a rabbit sick with Shope papilloma, a virus that causes the growth of antler-like tumors on the poor bunny's head. Others point out that horned rabbits appear in medieval and early Renaissance texts.
If you haven't seen a jackalope yourself, it may be because, as legend has it, they're really shy. They can be enticed and trapped by a bottle of whiskey, the jackalope's favorite drink. Once you catch one, be sure to milk it. Jackalope milk reportedly is a cure-all for all sorts of things: dysentery, skin cancer, flatulence.
Still need proof that this fart-curing creature is real? How about the fact that jackalopes appear in numerous video games, including Red Dead Redemption, Redneck Rampage, and as the rarest purchasable mini-pet in Guild Wars 2?
Everyone knows that everything that appears in video games is real.
In October 1891, German immigrant and Valley pioneer Jacob Waltz promised his friend and caretaker, Julia Thomas, that he would take her to his hidden gold mine the following spring, after he'd recovered from a nasty case of pneumonia.
Waltz had moved to the Valley in 1868 and tried homesteading a farm. But he was more interested in prospecting — something he'd done from North Carolina to California. From his home near the Salt River, he would often head east toward what is now the federal Superstition Wilderness Area. He'd stay gone for weeks, then return with gold ore he'd exchange in town for goods and services. Before he died, Waltz reportedly gave Thomas some idea as to where to find his secret stash. She later found a tantalizing sample of gold ore under his bed.
Thomas and her companions roamed the Superstitions in the years after Waltz's death for what became known as the Lost Dutchman's Gold Mine.
In the years that followed, many have searched for the mine — sometimes with fatal results. In 2011, a trio from Utah died of dehydration while looking for the mine, and a year later the body of a gold-obsessed man from Denver was found.
Some parts of the legend are true. For instance, Waltz (or Walz) was a real person; his remains are buried at the Pioneer and Military Memorial Park at 13th Avenue and Jefferson Street. He searched for gold in the desert east of Phoenix, and he probably did tell Thomas about a real cache of gold he knew about.
Tall tales and unsubstantiated anecdotes surround most of the legend, however, including the source of the gold.
One popular telling has Mexican patriarch Don Miguel Peralta and his crew discovering a rich source of gold ore in the Superstitions just before they were slaughtered by Apaches. A few years later, Waltz and his friend, Jacob Weiser, found two Mexicans — possibly survivors of the massacre — working what may have been the Peralta mine and shot them dead, thinking they were Indians.
In a gentler version of the story, Peralta survives the massacre and tells Waltz and Weiser where to find the mine after they save his life in a knife fight. Yet some historians believe Weiser never existed.
A more plausible story is that Waltz stole gold ore while working for the large, productive Vulture Mine near Wickenburg, and later hid it somewhere, pretending to be working a mine in order to throw off suspicion about the theft.
Some believe that Waltz only wanted people to believe the gold was in the Superstitions, a range made of basalt that scientists say is unlikely to contain gold ore.
Yet the most interesting part of the legend may still be factual: That Waltz's fortune in gold nuggets is there, somewhere — just waiting for some lucky hiker to re-discover it.