So, it's spring here in Georgia. The weather is already reaching record highs, and if it's any indication of what we're in for during the coming months, it's gonna be a rough summer. If the hot, humid weather wasn't enough to make me want to skip summer, the unbearable wait for football season is definitely enough to do it. Once basketball season ends, there's an obvious lull at UGA until that magical time when everyone returns to Athens, tan-faced, and ready for another year.
What's that, you say? I'm a student! Shouldn't I love summer? That's a good question, and I'll tell you why summer sucks. At first, the warm weather is a welcome relief from the cold, dead of winter. May is a fabulous month filled with vacations to the beach, ice cream, and sundresses. And baseball is great, but it gets old quick. In June, I have to come back for classes, which are long, boring, and difficult. I find myself dreaming of cooler weather, the smell of hot dogs at a tailgate, and of course, the unmistakeable sound of a lone trumpet playing the first notes of Battle Hymn.
Battle Hymn. Hail to Georgia Down in Dixie. Glory. This is where I come in. You see us in and around Sanford Stadium on Saturday afternoons. There are 400 of us, there's no way you could miss us. We look ridiculous walking around in wool jackets and pants, in the sea of sundresses and shorts. We're everywhere, and whether you realize it or not, we're a big part of your game day experience. Imagine the thrill of seeing a miraculous touchdown pass, but not hearing Glory, Glory to ol' Georgia start up in the background. Of course, we're not the most important thing going on at a football game, but we certainly add to it. You probably haven't ever thought about how our game day experience differs from yours. Why would you?
I bet you're thinking about it now, though.
You are, aren't you? Well, you're in luck. I'm here to tell you. I'm here to tell you with words, and pictures, and hopefully videos. My dad has asked me to do this a couple of times, and I'm finally going to humor him. So, as I enter my third and final year as a member of The Redcoat Band, I'm going to show you more than you probably wanted to know about how we rehearse, how many hours we put into band, and why the game day and Redcoats experience is unlike any other. Redcoats is a serious commitment, but it's extremely rewarding. I hope you'll stick around and find out why.
See y'all on G-Day!
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
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