Junior High cheerleaders are oblivious. Four inches from the front bleacher, they were cheering their hearts out regardless of the play. From the beginning whistle to the final throw, they never stopped yelling. I don't even think they turned around.
RAISE YOUR HANDS ... STOMP YOUR FEET!!
The receiver fumbles the ball.
WE'RE THE TEAM THAT CAN'T BE BEAT!!
The opposite team snatches the ball off the ground and makes a break for the end zone.
LET ME SEE YOUR FUNKY CHICKEN!!!
Parents are craning their necks and rising out of their seats trying to see around the girls with the pom-poms.
WHAT'S THAT YOU SAY?!!!
He's getting closer and closer to the end zone. The crowd is going crazy. The opposite side of the field is screaming encouragement, the home side in shock. No one is watching the girls with big smiles on their faces.
LET ME SEE YOUR FUNKY CHICKEN!!
The ball flies into the guest's end zone in the arms of a young player and parents groan. The other team's fan base is ecstatic.
WE'RE THE TEAM THAT CAN'T BE BEAT!!!
In the meantime, Logan Coombs was having the game of his life.