I never thought I’d have so much contact with the cheerleading community.
Well, not after I once (or twice) kissed a former cheerleader of the San Francisco 49-ers.
However, just one post about a court case has brought a constant avalanche of objections.
As if leaping from a pyramid of woe, cheerleading women and men have descended here to toss Molotov Pom-Poms in my direction.
Did I declare them unworthy of existence? Not at all. Did I suggest they were several lines short of a cheerleaders cocaine party? Perish the snort.