Death of a Dream

One of my favorite television reality shows of all time is Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders - Make the Team. Hundreds of young women compete to be a DCC and for the last 4 seasons - it's been on television. I fell in love with the DCCs back in the 1970s and as a child, I adored Jane Seymour's 1979 made for TV movie Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders. I had the blue and white pom poms. As I matured, I found other interests and they did not include cheerleading. I know you are shocked. I was never very good at memorizing choreography. I have trouble with the basic routines that are done in aerobics. I have gotten much better however than I was as an awkward teenager. I can now manage the electric slide for example. That said, one of the first round candidates for this season's DCC squad was a 32 year old veteran. She had been a DCC back in the 1990s. My first thought? You are too old. That's right. I went straight to it. She is too old to be a DCC. As I am even older than she is - I too am too old to be a DCC. Then it hit me - even if I worked my butt off and magically learned to dance, I am now too old to be a DCC. The dream is over.