When I was little, I was a midget football cheerleader. This required me to jump around one day a week in a cute little pleated skirt. Not much skill was involved. Hell, I’m not even sure we ever practiced. I basically would show up, wave my pom-pom like it was a snow globe, and eagerly take down the orange slices and juice boxes at half time. My parents were REALLY proud. Fast forward to sophomore year of high school. I opted to try out for basketball cheerleading, as I realized all the coveted football cheerleading spots already would be taken by girls way cooler than me. Not only were...

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