Welcome to Cheer Dads — where weekends die, wallets cry, and dads become chauffeurs, fundraisers, and glitter janitors. We don’t tumble, we stumble… into $90 hoodies, $6 waters, and rules nobody understands.

What’s here:

Sideline therapy, because screaming into a pillow isn’t covered by insurance

Networking with dads trapped in the same glitter cult — but at least this glitter won’t get you in trouble with your wife

Fundraising hacks that don’t involve selling 10,000 candy bars or cookie-dough blackmail

Coach “insights” so you can nod while still Googling cheer slang

Early access to the Cheer Portal — a recruiting hub for seniors to post bios & videos \(finally, a use for all those highlight reels\)

Dad jokes. Required. If “Hi Hungry, I’m Dad” is your closer, you’re basically admin

Newbie or veteran, doesn’t matter — you’re already in too deep. Buckle up, grab a chair, and accept your fate: you are officially a Cheer Dad.