“Ugh Um-gow-ah! TJ has the power!”
TJ–short for Thomas Johnson–was my high school.
The cheerleaders were doing a bang up job tonight.
“Cigarette ashes, cigarette butts! Grab the referee by the nuts.”
They yelled out another one.
They shook their hips and swirled their pom poms.
“Elevator, Elevator! We got the shaft!”
I was the only player not watching the game.
I found the cheerleaders, and what they had to say, fascinating.