October 25, 2011
Have you heard enough about my son and the high school marching band? Quite enough? Well, too bad. This is essentially a blog for him to read after I die in a horrible disfiguring accident, so let's keep it about him and how proud I am of him.
(I just spelled "die", "dye" up there and for the record, I would rather not anyone use RIT dye to make me another color after I am hit by a truck. Not classy.)
Did you ever see the uplifting movie starring Michael Keaton called My Life? It came out in 1993 and was about Keaton's character with a baby on the way discovering he had a life-threatening disease. Keaton, not the baby. He (Keaton, not the baby) decided to video tape pieces of wisdom for his child to watch and get to know his/her now dead father. A real laugh riot this movie. Anyway, that is what I thought of after my opening paragraph up there. For the record, my birth certificate does not have an expiration date, and I do not have a countdown timer on my arm telling me that I have only a specific amount of time on planet Earth; so that was just me being morbidly funny. And that is why you cannot drink coffee and read my blog since you may spew it on your screen with the jocularity and all.
So last Saturday was another band competition. We traveled to Newark, Ohio for this one. The site was Versailles High School. I am assuming there are no classy people reading this blog, so I do not need to explain that no one pronounces it like a city in France here in Ohio. We were at Ver-sales high school.
It was a 2 hour drive during which Beth and I were really nervous. The drum line was going to be short two people. The second snare has been ill, and the first tenor had a state tournament soccer game. The young lady playing second snare has missed a couple competitions as her illness was somewhat serious (she is doing way better now), but CJ has never played in a competition alone without his tenor buddy. And, they were trying to be the first drum line from this high school to take the "Best Percussion" award at all five of their competitions.
As it turns out, Beth and I were way more nervous than CJ was, and the drum line played that funky music like a bunch of white boys and brought home the title again. I would put their names in here with hearty congratulations, but I do not use real names without permission. They have given themselves nicknames based on Pokemon characters, but I do not know all of them. So congratulations to Geodude, Squirtle, Syther, Charizard, Eevee, Arcanine, Machop, Ash, and Magicarp. Gotta catch em all! Done.