Bobo the flarida boy.

I was there. In 79. I was the guilty one. I played xylo and was on the fifty and the front side line.(except it was a baseball field) We did an 8 ct drag turn and faced the back sideline. I had pulled my tighty whities up into my butt crack, but it was still on. Once we turned, I took advantage of the situation and pulled the sides of my coat forward. That slit in the back of the coat opened and my butt was the one people saw, since we were all in a file on the 50. I could hear rhe crowd gasp, laugh and point. (Bad me, I turned my head to see) Jim Jordan and Bob Dubinski approached me and gave me a hard time about it. "Hey, Im wearin' underwear, whats da problem?" Why should the kilties get all the fun"? I think they were jealous because they didnt think of it. But that was me. Bobo, the UF bell guy. One of the two "Flarida bells". John Snyder, my buddy came back and marched 80. I aged out. I was accused of being a "Phantom Plant" by some snares (Pugsly, Donald, the SL.) who had heard me listening to 78 dci on the bus and saying I liked Phantom. I didnt realize it at the time, but liking Phantom was "fighting words" at the time. Phantom was the "unknown corps" that got bridgemen disqualified in 77. Pugsly really hated my guts. He showed that at Initiation, 2 night before finals. I will spare the details but it was brutal. He enjoyed it.