Thursday, July 29, 2010

There is no originality in rural Utah

I know, DUH!

We went to a 24th of July parade last weekend in central Utah. It would have been fun if the firetruck sirens and the drums of the band hadn't scared the bee-jeebees out of the Meatball.

But anyway...

Along come the NSH Cheerleaders. Oooo, yay, right? I'm telling the boys to watch them and they will do something cool with their arms or legs or something. Then, the cheer starts (with only clapping, no cool acrobatic movements or even SPIRIT hands!).

[clap, clap]
"Don't take no - UH! - jive"
[clap, clap]
"We are alive"
(repeat as necessary)

Really? I mean, REALLY? Seriously, REALLY!?!?!?!?!?!
Do you know how long I've been out of high school? 22 years. Yes, 22 years, which should be obvious given my crow's feet and gray hair. The cheerleaders were doing this same cheer 22 years ago. (Although, to be fair, they said UMPH instead of UH, and their arms WERE flailing about - synchronized flailing, of course....)

WORSE YET: When I was a little lass about the village, I took cheerleading "lessons" for a few summers as part of the cheer squad's annual fundraising efforts. WE LEARNED THAT SAME CHEER BACK THEN!!!!!!!! So, for 32 years (and probably longer given that the term "jive" originated in popular culture when I was about 2 years old), the NSH cheer squad has been chanting the same tired verse.

What's next?
"Two bits, four bits, six bits, a dollar"
"All for the Hawks, stand up and holler"
Woooo (insert SPIRIT hands, here)

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