NFL Cheerleader: 40 And Doing Something For Herself

    July 21, 2014
    Amanda Crum
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NFL cheerleaders are typically lean, bronzed, and impossibly young and full of energy. Many of them have been at it for years by the time they’re able to do it professionally, putting in long hours of practice and workouts to stay in good shape. But one woman who was just accepted to cheer for the New Orleans Saints has all that, plus a couple of things the others don’t: two children and a kidney disease.

40-year old Kriste Lewis says that as a mom, she’s spent years devoting her time and energy to her family. Now, with the knowledge that her kidneys will at some point require her to have a transplant, she’s doing something just for herself.

“Fourteen years ago I was diagnosed with polysistic kidney disease. Eventually my kidneys will shut down [and] I will be in need of dialysis and in need of a transplant … That had a lot to do with me auditioning as well. I didn’t want to waste a day…I think as moms we are hard-wired to give and we give and we give and we give. I think it’s important to think back [to] what made you excited as a child,” Lewis said.

Lewis has undoubtedly been working hard in training with the other women on the team, and they’ll show off their skills in September at the Superdome.

“I cannot wait for us to run out for the first time and we run out on that field,” Lewis said.

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  • Rachel

    Impossibly young? How can someone be “impossibly” young?

    • 8404 USN Hosp Corpsman

      Let’s try “incredibly” stupid instead, maybe even “corrupted” self esteem.

  • 8404 USN Hosp Corpsman

    Apparently there’s a double edge sword at work here: I never cared for the hypocrisy of rah-rah sis-boom-bah babes and their proud-but overprotective mothers who preach to their cheerleading daughters about never spreading their legs in public.

    Had a stupid cheerleader sister and her cheerleader gal pals that took modern dance classes (Don’t ask why they call it ‘class’) who obsessively loved flashing their crotches in public but sat in history class (There we go again with ‘class’) in school prim-and-proper with their knees squeezed together and their outer ankles splayed to the sides posing as Norman Rockwell painting subjects!

    I think this sort of narcissism practices sitting around with retractable carpenters tape measures like sicko guys in military barracks who light farts with a Zippo and measure lengths of their schlongs; only with cheerleaders its purpose is to light farts and measure the distance they can achieve between the inguinal tendons of their upper thighs…the wider distances, the better its being the most optimum, ‘prettier’, and eye-catching to the viewer.

    • Ben Sturgill

      So you are gay?

  • just sayin’

    Forty is the new “I’d tap that’.