At least the Warriors have decent cheerleaders.
As opposed, that is, to the scraggly bint that gets trotted out at halftime for Hurricanes games. A bunch of Valley slappers with pom poms, arse antlers and pierced muffins does not a cheer team make. And they only ever gambol around for one song, demonstrating such an appalling sense of rhythm it's no wonder they get knocked up before their seventeenth birthdays. They're so bad that even the rapturous cheering that accompanies their departure is fake. Truly pitiful.
Swap them for a decent marching band, I say. And let's have some entertainment that a halftime crowd can enjoy without the need for big-screen tight shots and canned applause.
"Standing on your mother's corpse you told me that you'd wait forever." [Bryan Adams: Summer of 69]
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