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• 1987-09-09
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• Drummer, semi talented computer programmer, and I can make the meanest fried walleye this side of the Mississippi.... If you order walleye whilst I'm at work... I'll gut you.




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Sunday, April 24, 2005

Check it, bitchs
4/22/05 Friday
Waiting under an overpass with at least 50 other marching bands, each one warming up, each one coming to attention and marching out 'till it was our turn.
"BAND TEN HUT!" It was go time from that point, we started out of the shade and into the evil sun. The first cadence starts before we get to the first big group of the 350,000 people that attended. We play, a little intimidated, but we play with our hearts anyway. We come to the snare break, visuals everywhere as the snare drums have their solo, then suddenly from the entire band comes "HOO-RAH!!" and the sousa's start their Illini Kick..... San Antonio goes crazy, the air is filled with cheers such as "GO DRUMLINE", "COME ON MT. ZION!", and "WELCOME TO SAN ANTONIO, BRO!"

The parade continues, the support from the audience and will to survive keep most of us in the game. We've lost Schwalbe and Kallie-Jo to the first aid station... Chris and I are definately next, untill we see the last bend. Everyone is hot, tired, and near to passing out. The support grew, and from the trombones and sousas we here, "LET'S GO DRUMLINE!"... the final stretch. I straighten up and look toward Matt.... he nods and we look straight ahead. One last run through the cadence, I'm determined to make some noise as I am requested by one of the locals. Then it's over, the parade that is, the heat remains as we pack up, and dump a few gallons of watter into us. And yet, we all had a blast, a tireing one, but we had fun none the less.

"Alright guys," I started, "we marched 2 and a half miles in the hot sun, in 85-90 degree weather, 100% humidity, and we all nearly died..... who would do it again?" Everyone raised their hand.


4/23/05 Saturday
I awoke to the sound of someone pounding on our door, Bradshaw opened it, and there stood Alec.... "You guys, we won FIRST PLACE."

"Your fucking me!" was Bradshaws initial reaction.

"We did what?" Scwhalbe and I asked together...

"We won first fucking place!" Alec held up the paper, we all blew up. We came, we saw, we conquered. We did what we do best, we went and couldn't help but Stick it to the MAN!
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