A YT channel named “There I Ruined It” created a song, “What Bro Country sounds like to people who don’t like Bro Country.” Do a search, worth a laugh.
Excerpt: “Gotta beer in my beer, and a Chevy in my truck. Gotta dog at the wheel, cutoff-jeans, truck. Dirt roads, backroads, beer, moonlight. Red white and blue, girl, Friday night!”
So, a small college, then. One where the cheerleaders are more like high school cheerleaders. Bombshells, popular girls, great at spirit fingers and pom poms.
In a major university, cheerleaders are basically gymnasts. Petite little tumblers being thrown into the air or flipping around the sidelines. In a large stadium you can’t hear “cheers,” and visually you need more than a girl just waving. Ellie is too tall, and her “assets” too generous to be that sort. Sedine is built more for that sort of cheering.
And then there is pro football, where the cheerleaders are more like exotic dancers. That’s the impact of TV, I’d expect.
And yet, she still does what she does and boxes him in.