Saturday, May 12, 2012

Crippled Cheerleaders

OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH. CRIPPLED MODE ACTIVATED.

Everything's just been very cruel to the Mafia this past month.

Long story, short: Tyler can't eat, Trin can't walk, and I... well, there's nothing wrong with me. Yet.

Here's what happened with Tyler:

Well, like I said before in, like, my first post ever, Tyler made the Worlds Team. Yay, Tyler! Anyways, he had to do all these stunts that were clearly invented for boys much bigger than him and his flyer was the same size as he was.
Already, he was endangered. And for, like, a while he did the stunts just fine.
Until...
It happened.
So, what I was told, Tyler's flyer came down from her basket, elbowed him in the mouth, and the bone that held his teeth and gums in place, shattered. Shattered! It's been a while since that's happened, so Tyler's healing and he's going to be just fine. His face is all wired together now and his teeth are kind of jacked up. He also has a lisp that is very entertaining. On the brighter side, he made the Worlds Team again for this season. He tried out before he broke his face.


Trin's story:

So, Trin was in the backyard with my brother and his friends. They were swimming in the pool and stuff. You know, whatever. Anyways, Trin thought it would be a good idea to see how many backhand-springs she could do in a row. Which is a back-flip for the uneducated in my audience. She magically got up to five flips.
Except....
On the last one, the fence got in the way.
She tore up her feet.
Blood got everywhere.
Tears were shed.
It was so traumatic for everyone there.
Luckily, I wasn't even there, which is good because I probably would have started bawling if I was.
But the good news for her is, she made the team she wanted to make at Pro Spirit (her cheer gym) with her friends and her favorite coach is coaching that team. So yeah she's super excited about that. Oh yeah, she also got a wheelchair. Everyone loves that thing.

Except me.
Because I have to carry it all over creation!
Along with her!
Gahh.

So yeah, two-thirds of the Mafia is crippled and I'm bound to get hurt at some point. So ungraceful, it's not even cool anymore. I'll probably do something lame, like, trip over my own feet or fall down the stairs... because I'm a dork. Anyways, that's it for now. Okay bye.