A funny thing happened the other day during the afternoon hornline visual block. We were learning drill for the ballad, and the particular segment we were running has the hornline spread across the entire backfield, an all down the endzone line on side 1 of the field. All of the sudden, the sprinklers in the side 2 endzone came on. This wasnt so bad, except for the 2 people at the end of the line down there, so we kept going. After about 5 minutes, those sprinklers shut off, and the side 1 sprinklers turned on. This is where it got interesting. The entire line on that endzone was getting soaked, but still that was only a handful of people, so Darryl kept on pushing us through rehersal, until finally, those shut off, and the sprinklers on the back sideline came on. This was chaos. There was a mad dash to get people's drill binders, backpacks, and my long ranger out of the spray radius. We really had to get this drill learned, so we pushed through. As people were marching through the spray getting blasted in the face, I had an idea to put these big trashcans over the sprinkler heads. This worked temporarily, despite the remote flooding around the sprinkler heads, until the sprinklers in the MIDDLE of the field turned on. Exhasperated, and frustrated, we ran off the field into the parking lot and set up a basics block while I helped the field liners touch up our second field. The rest of the rehersal ended up being very intense and focused, despite all the confusion and we got done what we needed to get done.
History night was last night which was an awesome experience for me. Every year we do it, it shines some new light on the rich history and tradition of the Crossmen. We held it in the Piper-Bass Student center where we eat all our meals; the place isnt very big but it's air conditioned so that was a plus. As people were getting showered and cleaned up after rehersal, and setting up for the night, I realized just how special the night was. I was standing outside by the food truck, watching cars drive past on the road that runs past the facility, and I realized: those cars driving by have no idea who we are or what we do; that road that they're driving on goes on for thousands of miles, and connects and leads to other roads from coast to coast. In such a big world with so many busy people, the Crossmen all crowded in to this cafeteria, and alumni traveled 2000+ miles to teach us all about the rich history of our corps. Inside that building was decades of Crossmen, past, present, and future; the alumni put so much time and energy and money went into having this special little gathering for us; and that is awesome.
I can't wait until we get on tour. Spring training is going well, we're working hard and learning quickly, but going on the road will be a welcome break from the "daily grind".