Oh brother, it's not even a word and requires a hyphen. More reasons for me not to understand or like the word let alone the "activity." It is NOT a sport. Okay, let me clarify....... the ones doing dangerous flips and tosses...... that is some talent and some guts and a little bit of craziness. It is a very physical activity and even athletic. But, it is not a sport and never will be to me. For me, sports require at least one ball. It's a competition when teams go to events, yes. But the only balls involved in cheer-leading are those possessed between the legs of males who get credit for being strong men, yes, but no, not athletes, in this case. What about track? Yes, that one gets me on my definition. Runners are definitely some serious athletes as are swimmers. So let's throw in a clock or a stop watch........ there, now that is better. Don't even get me started on curling.
Why are you talking about being a cheerleader, Windy? Well, a few posts ago, I created a sentence that made me laugh when I wrote it. So this post is inspired by my claiming not to be "some morning barking coffee chicken." Laughing. What I meant was that I am not happy and chipper and everything super duper all the time, especially in the mornings! (I am not a morning sex person and in fact, if Storm ever tried to get frisky when he wakes up at 6 am, I would probably sleep right through the activity because for some reason right around 6 to 8 am are primo sleeping hours for me.)
There are different sides to me and I try to put my best foot forward here in blog land, but I don't always succeed. And then I thought of Roz because she is like a blog land cheerleader with her faithfulness of showing up, cheering us on, often being the first one to greet us on our posts in the mornings, and I am thankful for that. I had most of this post written for over a week, and then PK posted on her blog Thank You Roz! I couldn't believe it. She was thinking the same thing I was and we had not talked about it. So funny! And it says a lot about the quality of person that Roz is. I don't think I've ever seen Roz comment anything negative or crabby. She somehow finds something kind to say. I laugh sometimes when I think of the things Roz has never written...... 1) Wow, this post sucked especially reading it first thing in the morning. 2) What in the hell are you even talking about? 3) Stop complaining and go eat some chippies or something. 4) Your writing is atrocious. Etc! She is just a positive blog land person. ALWAYS! Thanks, Roz! So that kind of cheerleading, I can get behind..........
Now let's go back to the 80's. Do we have to? Yes. Get some hairspray and spray the hair on your forehead straight up in the air. Okay, that sets the mood and now you can see your computer screen more clearly. But, I don't have bangs, Windy. Well, it is technically the apocalypse in the entire world right now, so I guarantee almost all of us look like some sort of wild haired cave woman, so go spray some hair on your body in some manner, even if it's your bush. And if you have already been to get your haircut since some local restrictions have eased, I hope to God that you wore a mask. Be safe. Don't be dumb. It takes zero effort to wear a mask. (But, I love you even if you feel differently than I do about that. Just don't breathe on me, please.)
Okay, so in the 70's and 80's. Wait, you only said 80's. Well, now, I'm saying 70's and if you've got the wild bush thing going on like I do right now, then you're all set. If not, maybe put on some bell bottoms. Better yet, take off your pants and be like Porky Pig. Windy, you know dog gone well, that nudity and free love thing is from the 60's . You want us to go back that far? What I would like is for all of us to make it to the next dang paragraph!
Cheer-leading back in the day was not what it is today. I grew up with the kind where a group of girls dressed up in uniforms with a skirt and no numbers on their chests. Wait, I mean a skimpy uniform and the bottom half of that was shoved up their cracks. Yes, these girls dressed up in their 1/2 uniforms to yell across the court or field at another group of people dressed up in 1/2 uniforms while cheering for or against 2 teams with 2 different colors of uniforms fighting over a ball of some sort. I just didn't get it.
There was a time when my girl was little and she wanted to be a cheerleader and I almost died. But, she was still tiny and young enough to where it was cute......... way before the middle school and high school drama that often accompanies cheer squads. Ugh.
If you're wondering whether or not I would classify fishing as a sport, my answer is no, I do not. It's a challenge, it's exciting (to me).......... but there is no ball ....... although technically, there is a tiny one that you put on your fishing line for a certain reason but I won't get into it as who cares and it still doesn't make it a sport. It's just a hook and a worm up against a fish. If the body of a fish is smaller than the palm of one's hand, you definitely throw it back. But, before you do, a good fisherwoman tells this fish to go back in, hide better from bigger fish, do not take candy(worms) from strangers, and do a good job growing for a while, and I'll see you again in a few years. Look at that encouragement. Kind of like a cheerleader! I have seen other fisherman do and say similar things. My dad, for example, tells a tiny perch to go back in the water and send back his big brother. He has also said to a small fish that have accidentallly run into the hook with their fin or their eyeball or whatever, "You dummy! You zigged when you should have zagged!" And that always makes me laugh.
I don't know which of you were cheerleaders back in the day, and some of y'all might have dressed as cheerleaders for role play, but I love ya anyway! And, no, sex is not a sport even though there are usually 2 balls involved!