Maybe "confession" isn't the right word. But this isn't something that I tend to ...announce...to others.
If you're reading this and we went to school together - then you already know.
If you're reading this, however, and we've only become friends in the last 15 years?...this may be a shocker.
You see, yours truly...
...was a cheerleader.
Obviously from the short-skirted, skinny-legged photo above, I made the Junior Varsity squad. This meant...well, all it meant was that I had the ugly uniform. Honestly, there were 4 JV and 4 Varsity cheerleaders, and all 8 of us cheered at Friday night football games.
I liked it, and I kept doing it. Year....after year...after year....after year. Football and Basketball - all the way through high school.
And before you ask: No, I never had any inclination whatsoever to cheer beyond high school. No, I don't still have the uniform.
Let's just all move on from this little revelation, shall we?
A quick side-note, 1986 also brought the first album from my all-time favorite songwriter. Ever. This is a recording from 1982, but the song was on his 1986 album...and I liked this version. A Lot. It's raw. It's powerful. It's pure Rich.