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Pete's Vagina -73.1
🕑 Added 2025-08-21 11:15:49 +0000 UTCWe performed our final cheer skit right before the game. The bleachers filled up fast, and people were still finding seats when we started our show.
First came a lot of jumping, screaming, singing, and dancing, and the crowd loved us. If I didn’t have football, this might actually be what I would want to be doing. Then the skit…I found myself cringing a bit. Joanna was such a ham.
Mr. Sumner, one of the assistant coaches, came up to her in front of our cheer formation and showed her a clipboard. She peered at it like Moe Howard examining a pair of pliers, turning it this way and that as if she had trouble figuring out what it was for.
I rolled my eyes, but she couldn’t see me doing that behind her. I glanced sideways at Dave Garcia in his dime store cheer costume—he was grinning as wide as a kid on Christmas morning, every bit as hammy as our head cheerleader. Who knew he had such a bug for performing?
The coach handed Joanna a microphone. Everybody in the stands was immediately attentive, but I winced at the instant feedback until she found the right angle to hold it where she could speak into it. “Way to show Friendly Pride!” she said, and the crowd roared, “Go Lions!” So did the cheer squad, me included.
“We’re going to have a great game tonight…,” she began, but got drowned out by more noise from the stands. “A great game!” she repeated. “But in order to have a great game, I just got informed,” she said, waggling the clipboard, “that the football team is short two players!”
The crowd made their own hammy response by groaning. Most of them had seen this bit in our rehearsals earlier at noon and after class.
“So, as a matter of Friendly Pride and Lion Spirit, they’ve asked to borrow two of our cheerleaders to help them spank the Werewolves!”
Werewolves? I glanced toward the visitor bleachers, where a much smaller crowd had gathered. Were they hearing this? The Wolfpack cheerleaders were looking our direction, but I couldn’t see their expressions.
I looked back, spotting Lee on the sidelines with his movie camera filming things while tiny Gwen Butler, with three cameras of her own, snapped still photos for the school newspaper, The Roar.
“So who do you think it should be, Friendly students, family and friends?!” Joanna asked. “Which of our cheerleaders should be possibly sacrificed to the jaws of our ravening opponents tonight!?”
Somebody in the crowd started yelling, “Pete! Pete! Pete!” and others began taking it up. I was mortified when I spotted the instigators: Mom and my sisters, with my Dad sitting beside them, grinning.
“Pete?” Joanna screamed. “Our own dainty, delicate Gayle Petersen?” she asked the crowd.
Oh, God! I thought, she’s gone off script!
“Are you sure you want to send helpless little Pete into the maws of those monsters?!!”
“Pete! Pete! Pete!” the crowd enthused, some of them making the two-arm gesture we called The Lion’s Roar with dagger-like fingers for teeth. Little Molly made her fake lion-jaw close on Dad’s head.
I tried not to laugh. Joanna was going over the top with this.
“I’m a bigger person than Pete!” she pointed out, standing tall. “Megan Dushane is bigger!” Megan gave Joanna the voodoo side-eye. “How about if we send our biggest cheerleader along with poor little Gayle?”
It took the crowd a moment to get that, but Joanna spelled it out for them. “Gayle Petersen and Davella Garcia are going to play football for the Lions and bring us back some Werewolf-hide!”
The crowd made more noise than before, a lot of it laughter. Joanna turned and pointed at me, saying something I couldn’t hear. That was my cue; I took off running for the home locker room immediately, but not before seeing “Davella” pause to curtsy to Joanna and the crowd. He looked like a gorilla in a tutu, but he seemed to be having a blast.
Me, I couldn’t wait to get back into a football uniform! Dave would have to catch up, if he could.
Comments
Erin Halfelven at BigCloset
I remember the skits as being the corniest jokes possible. :)
Samantha Herat
I was an equipment manager my Sr year in High Scool been to several pep rally though only had to get involved in 1 THANKFULLY LOL! But yeah this was WAY OVER the top but I guess everything was toned down some in my days in school lol.
Erin Halfelven at BigCloset
I was the school photographer, still photos, so I went to all the events and most were as boring as they were silly. LOL
Dallas Eden
I always hated the stupid crap that sufficed for “school pride” in high school. Luckily enough, I played soccer and baseball and apparently we were beneath the notice of that group - even if we did have much better teams than either the football or basketball teams, lol.
