Cincy's mom......You was ROBBED!!!!!

I am all too familiar with those silly, misguided band directors as I was a fellow band member. Each year we traveled to Corpus Christi in order to participate in something called Buccaneer Days. In case you're not familiar with Corpus, it's right on the Gulf of Mexico. Did we get to go to the beach while we were there? Only on the way out of town. (Wave bye-bye to the seagulls, kids). Were we allowed to go to the town's giant carnival that was part of the celebration? Of course not. That would've been FUN and we were only there for a contest. Bleh.

Another football related band experience had to do with summer band camp, a mandatory part of being in the marching band. It was held in the little town of Kerrville on a beautiful college campus. It turned out that the Houston Oilers held their training camp there, as well. Naturally, their section of the campus was off limits to us and vice versa, but we could get close enough to watch them when they worked out on the field. These guys are soooo huge when you see them up close and personal.