It was a cool and crisp night as the clock wound down ‘til halftime at the homecoming game where the Slinger Owls took on the West Bend West Suns. The strong smell of the fresh burgers on the the propane grill lingered in the air while bugs were swarming around the lights that lit up the new turf field. The score was Slinger 14-7 and the clock was ticking down as I was anxiously waiting for the six-minute mark. I didn 't realize untill we got onto the field that that this band performance is the one that matters the most. The clock hit six minutes left in the second quarter, which meant it was time to head over to the end zone and get lined up for the performance. As I got off the bleachers, I stretched forgetting that our 20 year old wool, …show more content…
Head drum major Sydney Walsh, called us to attention as Mr. Sievers was announcing the leaders of the band. I thought to myself that there’s more than three hundred people in the stands that are going to be watching our performance. All of a sudden I snapped back as we were starting to march out to take the field. I looked over to the right and notice that all of the West Bend West fans were even ready to see what kind of a show we were about to put on. When I got to my spot on the field which was the thirty-two and a half north side yard line. We started out in a formation that looked like a Q from the Owls side stands as we were about to start playing our first piece “Queen Opener”. The movements and formations flowed smoothly as we played through the piece, like making sure to remember what yard lines I stop on and what note in the song I move on. All of this came to my mind naturally like a quarterback knowing when to throw the ball. Then, Mr. Sievers announced the next song which was the color guard feature “Lips are Moving” as we were walking in step to our concert formation. As we were playing the song, I was keeping a close eye on Sydney to make sure I wouldn’t fall behind of the rest of the band due to the song having a faster tempo than what we normally play. When we finished the song we went into parade rest as the drumline walked up to the track and performed their drumline feature, a combination of moving around and playing which really gets the crowd cheering. After the crowd died down from the excitement of the drumline we moved on to our closing piece, “Saturday Night’s Alright”. This was my favorite song of the year. I enjoyed this song so much that I took the extra time to memorize it and make it easier for me to watch our formations and make sure we look right in the drill as we played throughout the song. We started out in a box shaped formation and throughout the song, we would change to different shapes and move at different speeds while the
A day in the summer there was a football game played at Kimberly’s turf located in Kimberly Wisconsin. A 7th grade Kimberly football team was playing another great team called the Neenah Rockets they had a massive running back that had this bushy mustache and they had a pretty fast good throwing quarterback. The Neenah rockets had great talent but so did Kimberly. This game was going to be a great one, cold fans crowded the stands eating fresh popcorn and very chocolatey hot chocolate in very white cups as the game started it was 0-0 after the first 4 and a half quarters and in the last minutes something big happens when we are on defense… WORK ON Before the game started we were in warm ups doing frankenstein's, lounges, karaoke, and four’s etc.
On 06-05-2016 at 1143 hours I was dispatched to 2525 Barron Road in reference to a subject in the road yelling. Upon my arrival in the area I located Danny Wilson in the back yard of 2525 Barron Road spraying himself with a water hose. Wilson was acting irate and appeared to be under the influence of narcotics. Wilson was asked multiple times what kind of drugs he had used and he advised marijuana and methamphetamine. Wilson was complaining it was extremely hot and was spraying himself with water and was advising people where chading him.
Kansas Bound On May of 2010 I went to Kansas City, MO to see my Grandma. This was my first long car ride since I can remember , nine hours going speed limit. First, we were in the rough side of Kansas, mostly because we lost signal and got lost. We couldn’t look out the side of the window or there was a fifty fifty chance we may or may not get shot.
I looked around there were flags we had not been set long enough. That brought the ball back with .07 seconds and we snapped it john took my spot and snapped me the ball i was stuck there was no hole to run through so john pushed me in the process of being crushed i fell backwards. We lost. We went and did the usual thing after and in the huddle everyone was mad that i didn
The stands began to fill and it was time for the game to start and my team mates sat around me as me and the coach began our pregame speeches. Before every game I would give a speech and the thought of a good humorous speech always put a smile on their faces. I told the team “Listen boys we have spent the last six months busting our butts for this moment. This is where all the hard work pays off. Guys I don’t know about you
As I peer through the thick smoke, reminding myself why I chose to come in the first place, I see a half dead man on the floor- begging for water. We don’t have enough food or clothes. There are very few of us left to fight against the redcoats. Even though on some days we are cheerful, we are starving and freezing. I am wondering if I should re-enlist or go back home.
In early September my family and I took a trip up to State College, Pennsylvania for the Rutgers Penn State game. Even though it was not the outcome I wanted for my Scarlet Knights, we still had a great time. Just being there for only a couple minutes, I quickly learned that when you travel for an away game with your desired sports team, you are going to feel like the minority. Kickoff was at eight o’clock in the evening, so that meant my day started at eleven in the morning in “Happy Valley.”
There is a defining silence as I hold my breath in anticipation, the buzzer sounds, breaking the silence as the crowd erupts. Sticks, helmets, and gloves scatter the ice as jump on the glass to celebrate with their teammates. They have done it, the Little Falls Flyers are going to the state tournament. This is the scene I witnessed during my brothers junior year of high school; his hockey team won the section and had advanced to the state hockey tournament. Because it is every hockey players dream to make it to the state tournament, I committed this triumph to memory.
Without the slightest doubt in my mind, making Alabama’s all-state honor band is my proudest achievement. Of all the prideful moments in my life, earning a spot in all-state shines brightest of all; it took more effort and dedication than any other challenge I have ever faced. However, as physically and mentally draining as all-state was, one week later I wanted to do it all over again; this taught me a few things, namely that I especially love music, have an extremely competitive drive, and am willing and capable to accomplish any goal I set for myself. In other words, playing with the all-state honor band is my crowning achievement because it taught me who I am. Most importantly, all-state brought me to the conclusion that I adore music in
Me and my boys are finally leaving independence to alcove springs which is 166 miles away and will take us about 6 days. My luck is that the train in front of ours were a bunch of city people couldn't handle their animals so we had to sit there for about an hour then we finally went on our way then we noticed a problem there was too much weight so I looked inside the wagon and there was a big dresser in there with nothing in it so we had no choice to throw it out the dresser didn't really mean much but it was expensive
“This has got to be a freshman game attendance record,” my teammates said. Our coach was even astonished, “I have never seen this building so packed.” I immediately stopped the drill I was doing and just watched. My eyes lit up wider than a kid in a candy shop who just received his allowance. Then the noise began to rattle the PIT into an environment of bedlam.
The drum major’s voice rings out, sharp and clear in the tense silence. We hear her call us to set, and we freeze. The band is across the field, standing a block, every member leaning forward, forming the same angle towards the ground. We are lined up from the 35 yard line to the 45, lying on the wet grass as if we are asleep. We are perfectly still, then suddenly we rise, kicking our legs in unison.
Possession was the one thing on everyone’s mind. Time was evaporating, the other team and their fans started to get optimistic. The buzzer announced the end of the competition and the roar from our opponents deafened cries from our team and our fans. We had lost the first game for our program in fourteen years.
I just want to say first, that I love how you get on the field and your first opening set with the platforms making the minute and hour hands and the roman numerals placed around them. I love how everyone is scattered around the platforms and roman numerals with the two guard dancing down both hands. Very neat effect. Then here as we get into the marching of the show your fluttering to get next to the platforms is very consistent across the board. When you 're picking up the platform are you guys bending down and picking them up, or is your back straight?