I like to think that I was not much of a cheerleader. I usually didn't derive pleasure or disappointment when I was a member of a large group that had a success or failure, where I had no direct part. For example, when my school won, that was good, but I had nothing to do with it. When my school lost, that was not so good, but I had nothing to do with it.
However, I suppose down deep, group membership actually did influence me. For example, I used to feel bad that Spokane, and even the state of Washington, seemed unknown backwaters to the rest of the World. I recall few notables coming to Spokane. Exceptions were Emperor Hailee Selassie of Ethiopia, and Harry Truman, President of the US, but Truman bad-mouthed Spokane and the Spokesman Review. I recall few other notables coming through, save the Crosbys, who had roots in Spokane.
I was an avid listener to AM 790, KNEW. There, in the summer of 1967, I heard Honeycomb, a ballad with a happy message. The silvery-voiced tenor, was named Jimmy Rogers. He was from Camas, Washington! This song nailed the number one spot for a month. Wow! I lived in a state that produced a hit singer in the current popular genre. I wasn't into Patrice Munsel, who was actually from Spokane (mom was, though).
Jimmie Rogers had several subsequent hits, including Kisses Sweeter than Wine, Oh-Oh, I'm Falling in Love Again, Secretly, and Are You Really Mine. In 1958, Mr. Grafious assigned our class to watch the movie, On the Beach. In in it we heard the song, Waltzing Matilda, as we watched civilization end from the fallout from nuclear war. Jimmie Rogers released a tie-in version of Waltzing Matilda at the time.
All-in-all, I was proud that Jimmie Rogers was from Camas, Washington. A few years later I was chagrined to learn that Camas was a bedroom community of Portland, Oregon. Camas was probably more economically, politically, and culturally aligned with Oregon than Washington.