“Oh. That’s so sweet. If you want, I can tag along and help you psyche up the team with my professional pep stylings. You know…” Alabama stood on her knees and started to clap in rhythm as she quietly sang, “That pitch was bananas. B-A-N-A-N-A-S…”
I forced out a polite chuckle and quickly scanned my brain for a proper follow-up excuse. “And I would love to see that but this is kind of an important practice. Big game tomorrow and I’m worried the boys will have trouble focusing. Maybe next time for sure, though.”
I smiled down at her and casually turned to grab a pair of jeans out of my dresser while peeling my a’s cold palm as tactfully as possible. Continue reading “I used to be quite the cheerleader in high school”
