I’d like to begin by stating my love for cheerleaders and the parents who sacrifice so much to support them as they shake their pom-poms.
I’d like to begin that way…
I kid of course – but that’s only because I’m a jerk. The truth is, most cheerleaders, cheer parents and even cheer pets are all right in my book. Which, by the way, no one bought. Moving on…
Niagara Falls was recently
infested visited by thousands of cheer families and I have to tell you, they were unforgettable. Among the words I could use to describe them are:
- Bitch nuts.
Sorry, that last one was inspired by The Walking Dead. (I’m a huge nerd.)
Among the three thousand young ladies of the cheering persuasion that were in the hotel, a few stood out, with little effort. For example, check out this winner I passed on my way to a room. She was roughly seventeen, done up like a mini-hooker, naturally, and surrounded by a dozen of her cohorts whom she was addressing as they made their way through the lobby. And she was a blogger’s dream come true.
“Yeah, I had to break up with him because he wasn’t on my intellectual level!”
Yes, you read that correctly. He didn’t challenge her intellectually.
I cannot begin to articulate how much I wanted to say something to this young bottom feeder, but sadly, if I had said something without a proper opening/set-up it would have been cruel.
Still, I got a blog post out of the whole mess, so that’s something.
See you in the lobby, kids…