If you were ever in high school band, you've probably heard that term about as much as "horns up." I remember in high school when football players affectionately attempted to remind the members of the band, which included this drummer-turned-writer, of our position on the "coolness" totem pole .
I don't know if they realized it, but it never really bothered us. The thing was that we were cool with being nerds. So much so that we had shirts with the supposed derogatory term printed on them.
Members of other activities such as cheerleading and the dance team seemed to be unhappy that the guys on the field got all of the recognition.
The crew with the tunes didn't care. We were there to play loud, and if no one cared, at least we knew we rocked.
We got more kicks out of going back and forth with the opposing band than whether the crowd was singing along with us.
In college, I gave up music because of the time it took to be a student-athlete.
I've missed it ever since.
When I came to Craig, I was looking forward to being at a high school game and hearing the band again. I was disappointed my first couple of years here when the MCHS band's attendance at athletic events was sporadic and sparse.
I was glad to learn this week during my time at the homecoming activities that the band's presence should be increasing.
This week, I saw a more enthusiastic band that also includes a flag team. I talked with new band director John Bolton, and it was good to hear that the band is slowly gaining in interest.
Just like sports teams have rebuilding years, other activities have times when they have to rebuild. Bolton said his crew probably wouldn't be marching until next year, but that we can count on them at games.
If the enthusiasm for being in band continues to increase along with the group's size and ability, it will make a difference at games.
At least that's my experience.
I played basketball in high school, and our band would play "Eye of the Tiger" when we came out. That song sent chills up my spine every time, and sometimes I would be jealous that I couldn't be thrashing on the drums instead of on the hardwood.
I'm not sure if this column is hypocritical of me. Considering I'm the one that gives the attention to the athletes on the field or court, some of you probably have a snide look on your face.
"How come he's never taking pictures of the band if they're so cool?" might be in your head.
I guess I don't have a suitable response except to say that I respect what the students on the sidelines do. When I'm on the sidelines, I listen for tunes that I recognize. If I didn't have a camera in my hand, I might break off some air drums.
I guess this is my salute to some of the ladies and gentlemen who don't get love on the sports page.
It was nice this week during homecoming to be reminded of writing cadences and marching in uniforms that fit about as well as the glove in the O.J. Simpson trial.
Keep on rockin', nerds.