The year was 1989, the month- July, the show was in Montrose, CO. Towards the end of our opener, the cymbals had a visual where we held our "plates" out and spun around. At this particular show, we had a judge who I am guessing hadn't been on the field with us yet. As we started the visual I made the second step into the spin and BAM! Poor guy had bent down to grab something that was dropped. (I think it may have been a stick.) Bad for him, but it got me out of "Hey ROOKIE! Go load the sleeping bags on the bus" duties for the night. (Which trust me, as a rookie who had only been with the corps since Memorial Day, it was a GOOD thing to be recognized for something everyone else liked! b**bs )
A few weeks later, the poor guy was on the field with us again, and winked at me while giving us a nice WIDE berth. HILLARIOUS! (Still feel kinda bad about that too, but 'tis the hazzards of being a field judge, no?)