3. I’m an American, and I did not ask for this team.

I haven’t loved Drew any more than I do today.  There are plenty of gems in this wonderful post, but you’ll need to go read them yourself. 

For me, I spent a few too many years of my childhood living outside of Wichita Falls, TX which as you all know might as well be named “That Place Where the Dallas Cowboys Have Training Camp”.  I attended gymnastics at what was probably the only place in town and I remember quite vividly when my coach, Nat (yes, that was his name), told me my legs were too long for the uneven bars.  I was 6 and already a freak.

But apparently, for reasons I do not understand, the Cowboys Cheerleaders also trained at this gym.  I don’t remember much except for tan girls with big… hair.  They always took up too much space in front of the mirrors and they had bags thrown all over the room.  I think it was then and there that my hatred for cheerleaders and everything about them was born.

My hatred for the Cowboys on the other hand started when I took my first breath.