My OperaAdrenaline Fever
Monday, November 26, 2007 4:25:12 AM
One Hundred Yards of wet, slick grass; One Hundred Yards of temptation at the first glance away from the white lines; One Hundred Yards of pride and glory; One Hundred Yards forever kept One Hundred Yards. It's easy to say something out of One Hundred Yards and think to the fullest that you may accomplish your "accusation" on One Hundred Yards, but truth be it that as soon as the smallest particle of the shortest hair of the bottom crevice of the longest shoe upon the most outstretched leg touches any part of One Hundred Yards, you get a disease. And once that disease gets you once, you want it more and more, yet you never get enough. That disease is Adrenaline Fever and it can be as deadly as it can be rejuvenating.
It happened to be deadly that first football game. There are three movements to every show, and this year, our first movement was half of our show. We only had a quarter of it memorized in the three weeks that had gone by with drill charts. One Hundred Yards was our biggest fear from the time we looked at it to the end of the show. That was because we had no clue what it held for us. Would we live up to the Big Red Marching band reputation as we did the years before? Or would we go down in a crushing defeat...?
...Truth is we were defeated the moment we saw the eyes of our worst enemy staring us down. What a treat it was to have eyes look at you expecting something you thought you couldn't give. Eyes that were satisfied by the preceding half of the football game were now hungered and stared at you as if you were the food they desired. And we were.
We fell and we forgot our fundamentals. Some of us forgot the music. Everyone was struck with Adrenaline Fever, moreso those who said they wouldn't be. And in the end, we felt ourselves go down.
But I knew it was the same beginning One Hundred Yards gave everybody. And I embraced it. And somehow... I hungered for more Adrenaline Fever!
It happened to be deadly that first football game. There are three movements to every show, and this year, our first movement was half of our show. We only had a quarter of it memorized in the three weeks that had gone by with drill charts. One Hundred Yards was our biggest fear from the time we looked at it to the end of the show. That was because we had no clue what it held for us. Would we live up to the Big Red Marching band reputation as we did the years before? Or would we go down in a crushing defeat...?
...Truth is we were defeated the moment we saw the eyes of our worst enemy staring us down. What a treat it was to have eyes look at you expecting something you thought you couldn't give. Eyes that were satisfied by the preceding half of the football game were now hungered and stared at you as if you were the food they desired. And we were.
We fell and we forgot our fundamentals. Some of us forgot the music. Everyone was struck with Adrenaline Fever, moreso those who said they wouldn't be. And in the end, we felt ourselves go down.
But I knew it was the same beginning One Hundred Yards gave everybody. And I embraced it. And somehow... I hungered for more Adrenaline Fever!
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