I was in the band and we were playing LSU. For some reason, Mrs. Lance wanted us to march in to Tiger Stadium. This LSU fan was in my face yelling LSU! LSU! LSU! TIGAHBAIT!TIGAHBAIT!<17>MISSISSIPPISTATE!, you get the idea. Well, we were about to start marching, and I politely ask him to move. He did not. I hear the drum cadence and I do what we were taught in band camp. If they're in the way, run over them.
I hear the cadence
BAMBAM! Horn out. LSU!LSU!LSU!
BAM!BAM! Snapped horn up (as hard as I possibly could, and I played baritone, a rather large trumpet looking horn)ans as soon as I snapped my horn up, I nailed the guy in the nose, guy goes down, blood running down his face, and we march off playing Hail State.
Thanks to Jackie's stellar gameweek planning, that was the highlight of that trip.
Never had my *** kicked while I was at State. Fortunately.