This week marks the beginning of my 14th season of college football awareness. My husband strategically planned our dating and courtship so that it wouldn’t interfere with his BYU game watching schedule. We met in the fall, started dating after the bowl games, got engaged in the spring and were married in August. Our honeymoon return tickets magically matched the date of BYU’s first game of the season.
Growing up in an artsy-fartsy family with no sports lovers, I didn’t know the first thing about football. I wasn’t even aware that you could turn on the television almost any night of the week from August to February and find a game to watch. Any game. Any night. Every night. It was astounding.
My husband was starting from square one with me. He had to teach me everything. Season tickets were the prescription for my football deficiency syndrome. Most of that first year, I was on information overload. My husband’s talk of running backs, yards rushing, first downs, and special teams started to sound like that teacher on Charlie Brown: “Wa wa wawa wawa.” I’m not proud to admit it, but after two hours at a game my brain would completely shut down. For my own protection, I would stop trying to understand, zone out, and watch the cheerleaders.
Now there was a sport I could understand—cheerleading: no rules, no penalties, just synchronized movements, acrobatics, and pure entertainment.
Even as my understanding and appreciation for football has increased over the years, my admiration for cheerleaders has never faltered. In fact, it has grown. I mean, when you think about it, who are these people? They train and practice as many hours each week as the football players, yet do you know a single cheerleader’s name from your favorite team? Week after week these athletes are there, cheering for your team whether the season has been good or bad. They cheer whether your team is winning or losing. Rain, sleet, snow, hail, blazing heat. You get it.
Cheerleaders have their own competitive events, but have you ever bought a ticket to go cheer for them? Do you know where they fall in the national rankings? When one of them gets injured and is out for the season, do you hear about it? Maybe it’s a career ending injury. I don’t know for sure. ESPN didn’t air that sideline interview.
Maybe I love cheerleaders because they remind me of my mom. She shows up to every event in my life and looks excited to be there. She cheers me on whether my performance is good or bad. She encourages me to go for it, even if others think I have no chance of winning. She gives and gives without any expectation of glory, honor, or cheers in return. Her cheers are sincere and there are no strings attached. She has been and always will be my biggest cheerleader and I love her for it. She inspires me to want to be a cheerleader too!
At the beginning of this football season I invite you to take a moment to acknowledge cheerleaders. Learn the name of at least one cheerleader that cheers for your favorite team. Give them a shout out. Then take a moment to thank the biggest cheerleaders in your life. They deserve it!
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I have this weird, joyous pride in everything you do. It is akin to how a mother feels watching her child do and discover great things. You do great and amazing things with not only writing but everything you do. When I was struggling to find my feet in primary, all I had to do was look over at you to see your encouraging smile and I knew you were my cheerleader, silently cheering me on. Even now, after gaining confidence, I still look to you and always find your radiant smile, and it gives me strength. I not only love you, I adore you.
You know that I feel the same! We are kindred spirits. Sisters in the best sense.
I loved reading your analogy of football. I too have had great cheerleaders in my life first and foremost God, the Eternal Father and his Son, even Jesus Christ. Then comes my daddy. He has been both parents fir me throughout my life. I guess the most cheerleaders would be my precious family and friends! I have been so blessed as I run through each quarter of my own game.
You are a wonderful, giving cheerleader Karen! I love you!
I love you, Adrienne! Thank you for all you do to encourage me in my endeavors. And thanks for all the cheerleading you do for everyone else in the family.
What a fun post! I don’t watch football myself, but I hold my breath at any sport with cheerleaders–watching them flip and jump, praying they don’t fall or otherwise hurt themselves. It is amazing work. I try to be a voice of positivity to those I meet as I believe we need more cheerleaders in the world. I appreciate your perspective. 🙂 #sharegoodness
Thanks Karin! It is exciting to see positivity spreading like wildfire across the internet. We live at a great time!