Speaking of lame cheers:
Yes, that’s right… my cheerleading picture from my senior year at Baptist Prison Camp. I’m sorry… Baptist High School. I liked that we got to sit for our pictures, because it hid how long those skirts were. Seriously, we’re talking right above the knee.
And cheering for a Baptist Prison Camp? Let us count the ways it was lame:
There were about 45 people in the high school – so it was like one long youth group event all day, every day. And out of 45 people about 44 of us were on the basketball team or cheerleaders.You didn’t have to have talent.
The outfits? Wool sweaters and extra long skirts kept us holy. And really terribly sweaty. Ever tried working out in a wool sweater? Ick!!
And then there were the cheers. I remember being told our cheers had to be kind and not rub it in when we were winning. You’re in a competition where you can’t glory in the fact that you’re winning??
“Go Cougars, Go Cougars,
Play real tough,
But not real rough,
Let them score a few!”
“We’re the Cougars, the mighty mighty Cougars.
And we just want to make sure that if you died tonight you know where you’d spend eternity?”
But back to that no talent thing? Yeah, the winnings were few and far between. It’s good practice for being a Cubs fan.
Good times, good times. Prison Camp makes you thankful for your freedom (a.k.a. “Grace.”) And develops you into one good Lame Cheer Buddy.