July 13, 2011
The Cheerleadering Tic
Last weekend, I put Camber on a plane to California. Right at this moment she's experiencing what life is like at grandma and grandpa's house...with no brothers.
Here in Orlando, it's all sports all the time. It has been so blazing hot in the afternoons that I have started taking my boys to a local college gymnasium to play basketball.
On Monday, my boys shared the court with a group of very tall guys, one of whom looked like Grant Hill.
I immediately put the thought out of my mind. "Why would he be here?" I asked myself.
Then I remembered the NBA lockout.
Needless to say, my boys freaked out.
While my sons were drooling over the privilege of being in the company of current and former NBA superstars, I joined a dozen cheerleaders in line at the ladies' room. While we waited, I talked to some of them. They told me that they were in Orlando for a week-long camp.
The girls were very pleasant and easy to talk with, but I couldn't help but notice that they all had trouble standing still during our conversation. Specifically, they appeared to be doing little cheers and mouthing the words "Go-Fight-Win" while we discussed important things like the weather and frozen yogurt.
I found this extremely odd and a bit unnerving until I remembered that one of my college roommates, who was a former high school cheerleader, used to do the same thing when we were in line at the grocery store. And walking to school. And eating in restaurants. My roommate was always very grateful when I stopped her from cheering at bizarre times and in public places, as she claimed not to even be aware of what she was doing.
As I watched these girls today, something came into my mind: maybe cheering is a tic.