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This week’s blog is dedicated to one thing: The grind. The ugly cry after missing a basket toss. The way my bow is literally glued to my skull because I lost three of them in one game (don’t ask). 1. Practice was a DISASTER (and I thrived) Tuesday. 5 AM. I showed up with mismatched socks and yesterday’s mascara still under my eyes. Coach yelled “Tiffany, you look like you lost a fight with a bedazzler.” Thank you, Coach. That’s the vibe.
You want perfect? Go watch a robot. You want real? You want a girl who leaves a trail of bobby pins and bad decisions? You got me. Tiffany La Sucia Cheerleader Blog
Why “La Sucia”? Because I leave a trail of glitter, sweat, and spilled Gatorade everywhere I go. My uniform is always pristine from the front… but the back? Stained with last week’s energy drink, a mysterious bruise from a flyer drop, and
Our routine was tight. I hit every motion. My jumps were clean. But here’s where La Sucia shines: the 🐍💦 This week’s blog is dedicated to one
After practice, I found a french fry in my sports bra. I don’t even remember eating fries. That is La Sucia energy. You think cheer is just pom-poms and smiles? NO. It’s politics. It’s whispering during water breaks. It’s who got the center spot in the halftime routine.
After we won (obviously), I celebrated so hard that I tripped over a megaphone, fell into the snack table, and emerged wearing nacho cheese like a badge of honor. Someone yelled “TIFFANY, YOU’RE A MESS.” And I yelled back, “THANK YOU, THAT’S THE POINT.” I showed up with mismatched socks and yesterday’s
We were learning a new pyramid. I was the base. My hands? Sweaty. My grip? Questionable. My attitude? At one point, the flyer slipped, and I caught her by her ponytail. She survived. We called it a win.