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Atlanta
November, 27, 2011
“That’s a break, ladies!” the Falcons cheer captain called from the sidelines.
The Falcons were up big against the Vikings at the end of the first half, and we’d earned our break. I dropped my poms and took a good, long drink from my water bottle. Dancing for four hours straight always left me both energized and exhausted. It was a strange yet potent combination.
I retrieved my poms once more and faced the halftime performance. The players had already run back into the locker room, leaving only a few staff and photographers behind.
“Hey, you went to Georgia too, right?” one of my fellow cheerleaders, Monique, asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “Why?”
“Jasmine and I have a bet going. Help us settle it?”
“It’s not a bet,” Jasmine said with an eye roll.
Monique loo
