To celebrate my son’s birthday we took him and a bunch of his friends down to the Ricoh Center to see a Marlie’s game yesterday. The Marlie’s are the farm team for the Toronto Maple Leafs and my little guy is a huge Leaf’s fan.
It was great. The Marlie’s won and so did the Maple Leafs, which the kids got to see on the TV while they were watching the Marlie’s play.
But what I really didn’t expect was the kids reaction to the cheerleaders. The boys hooted, they howled, and they danced right along with the short skirted girls. The ladies were about twenty rows down from us and the kids waved at them frantically from their seats.
It seemed harmless enough until I started hearing these little boys talking about how they should go down to the stage and talk to these lovely, probably eighteen to twenty-one year old, girls. Um, these boys are all of ten years old and I’m not sure what they had in mind, but there was a lot of silly talk between them.
When we were leaving the building, we squished all eighteen of us into an elevator, which happened to stop at a floor before the one we wanted. The elevator doors slid open to reveal the scantily clad cheerleaders, who were waiting for an empty car.
The boys stopped talking, the boys eyes grew wide. The boys all turned a lovely deep red color.
The cheerleaders blew some kisses at them and the doors slid closed again.
I laughed until my sides hurt. All talk and no action these boys.
Thank God for that.