I always make sure to wear my glasses at sporting events so I can see the ball/puck, otherwise I get baited into supporting the other team with traitors cheer, and my cheer-reflexes kick in before I can see what the hell is going on.
NeWaiZ~* there were two memorable moments involving NOT the game, but the cheerleaders.
Moment 1:
We are watching the cheerleaders as they're pepping up the crowd, and one guy has another cheer leader on his shoulders.
HB leans over and says "I bet that guy loves his life."
"What?" I ask, its pretty loud with all the "DEEE. FENCE!" happening.
"I bet that guy loves his life."
"That guy lost his wife? Wow."
"No..."
"How do you know he lost his wife?"
"Uhh..."
I have gone down in history as someone who routinely mishears things, then feels a need to repeat my interpretations out loud.
MOMENT 2!
Cheerleaders are again pepping up the crowd, when a male cheerleader goes to lift a female cheerleader onto his shoulders again. But he really under-shoots it, and ends up placing her right on top of his head. Crotch meet skull.
I giggle and let HB know of the mistake.
Later you can see two male cheerleaders talking to each other making gestures towards their heads, clearly running a play by play of the mistake.
I giggle again and tell HB the guy was wearing the cheerleader as a hat.
HB laughs.
"Like one of those winter toques where they have a scarf attached to it. Getting cold? Just throw an ol' leg around your neck!"
PIC RELATED! INCONCEIVABLE.
Like that. But less fuzzy wild animal, more lower torso.
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