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When Netflix dropped their docuseries, Cheer, I staunchly swore to avoid the entire thing. I’ve always been bitter about not having the skill set to cheer in college when I was a youth. But then I absentmindedly watched the pilot and heard the voice of Monica Aldama, head coach of the Navarro College cheerleading team, for the first time. The connection was instant. It was my growing adoration for Monica that propelled me through the next few episodes which got progressively more nerve-wracking to watch. As much as I love Monica and want her to adopt me, it’s the athletes of Navarro that fuck up my heart rate so much that I question how I’ve made it to the end of the season without having a panic attack.

Cheer is styled similarly to ESPN’s 30 for 30 and works to drum up the same emotional response from the audience. It’s not just about the sport itself. Viewers are looking through a window into the lives of kids who love something so much that they press on through concussions, dislocated joints, family troubles, and falls from heights that could potentially kill them. They’re doing this all while having to smile and chin pop their way to perfection.

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Every time Monica said, “Can ya’ll work on stunts for a minute,” my stomach got tight. After all, kids were getting concussed and dropped every few minutes and after the second episode, these athletes felt like my new best friends-except for LaDarius who is too much of a queen bee to ever want to be my friend. With every attempt at perfecting the pyramid, my heart was pounding in my chest. Just watching from my couch triggered my adrenaline. The last time I was this physically and emotionally invested in any kind of television, Arya Stark was flying through the air and got caught by the neck.

Cheer is an hour-long sensory overload. It is also incredibly beautiful. The bonds of friendship are nice but the definition these folks have in their bodies is worthy of a Michaelangelo painting. In one episode, Coach Monica is working out in the gym, and the definition in her arms and shoulders was such that I could have cried if not for the fact that I was watching this episode while running on the treadmill.

At some point during the season, I started watching the show standing up instead of sitting. The closer the kids got to their national competition in Daytona, the deeper my brain went into competition mode. During one stunt rehearsal, a girl fell out of formation and I screamed, “where the fuck is her spotter?!,” as if anyone besides my neighbors would hear it. After that particular episode, I was so pumped I left work and worked out for four hours. Whenever fatigue hits me at the gym I imagine the Navarro coaching staff explaining to their team that the most important time to go full out is when they’re tired because that’s how endurance is built. My endurance is trash but Cheer seems to be the thing giving me enough life to work on it.

Spurned blogger. Out for vengeance.

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