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I don't know about everyone else, but to me marching DCI was about winning at life. Sometimes it sucks. Sometimes its hard. Sometimes you get screwed, but you gotta fight anyway. In the end, it's always worth it to continue to be the best that you can be. I enjoyed my performances. I loved performing cool drill with precision and blowing my brains out and entertaining the crowd until they threw their babies at us cause we were so freakin' awesome. I loved being hot sweaty and disgusting at the end of every practice cause I knew it would pay off at the show. I became better, faster, stronger, independent, and eventually, nearly perfect at what I did. Name another youth activity that will change your life so completely and dramatically.

Getting psyched up for an amazing show performance > boyfriends/girlfriends

There's alot more than 1 kid from Florida in every top 12 corps. All the amazing talent Magic squandered away is now marching top 5 drum corps.

I have pretty mixed feelings when thinking about the retreat days. Some of the most hilarious moments of my life occured during retreats, but most of the time you were just like "I have 5 hours to sleep...clock's ticking...LET'S GO......." Which during the season, we all know, is devastating.

05 Magic during a show in Indiana, we came to a 8ct halt at the beginning of the closer. We did a horn pop just before that 8ct hold, and I tried to do it so fast that i fumbled the horn, put it on the ground, BENT OVER (while everone is halted) to pick up the mangled monstrosity that resulted, stared at it in horror for about 5 seconds, and promptly missed the step off afterward. Not my proudest moment.

Nothing like watching a man going full speed on a bicycle try to break the ranks of a corps. The bike kept going. The man did not.

Normal person talk for too many holes in the drill = Wow they have alot of holes... Judge talk for too many holes in the drill = We have massive issues of vacancy here... Issues of vacancy. LOLOLOLOL.

A judge once got in my way during a show my rookie season. I removed him from my path, and most emphatically I might add. All 275lbs of him. I enjoyed it muchly.

My former high school has uniforms cut like BD's, but with cadets maroon and white. Tell me that's not blasphemous...

This past summer at the wakefield parade we were warming up. Some guy in some small ensemble next to us was attempting to play high notes on his trumpet and was failing miserably. Finally, after he annoyed the #### out of us for like 30 minutes, the brass tech running the warm-up said, "Okay hornline, we're gonna turn towards that guy over there and play the notes F, A, G." The hornline turns and plays F A G towards the guy at FFF.... He didn't get it.