My Young Women kicked some serious butt in their tournament, dominating all other teams for a first place win. Their final game they were down by eight and the other team was just 2 points from winning. But they rallied up an amazing comeback. I'd like to say that my cheering was the reason for their incredible success, but when I got their I realized I only knew one volleyball cheer. And things have changed a little since I first donned the Richfield red and blue ten years ago (yikes, that sentence makes me sound ooooold).
For example, I didn't used to fall over and have a death claw grip on my leg in the old days.
For example, I didn't used to fall over and have a death claw grip on my leg in the old days.
And I could do the real splits. But I think now I can yell a lot louder (thanks, Gage). GO TEAM!
8 comments:
Yah! You can still fit into your cheerleading outfit. Except those dang nursing boobs. Can I say boobs on your blog??
SOOO FUN!!! The girls look like a fun bunch!
Gross!! Your second toe is longer than your big toe! I am never reading this blog again.
I love the added shirt and pants for just the right modest touch. Nice work.
Interesting!!
How are your toe touch jumps these days?
I miss my cheerleading days too. I remember when I was able to yell really loud into a megaphone and then slap it really hard...no more. It sure is tough getting old! On a lighter note, that gym looks like the one where Dyly and I went to play ball that fateful morning. One and the same Dylan?
hey that picture was awesome i remember that game it was way intense. my legs were shaking like no other the last couple points. i guess that isen't very good since i was on the court playing.well i love you sister higg!
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