So
the High School boys' basketball team has been on a roll and the
principal (the one who looks like Dean Martin) decided the pep band
should go on the road with the fans to the playoff game c. 4 hrs south of here. B2 returned around midnight brimming
with enthusiasm. To hear him tell it, the high point of the evening was when he and his pep band cohort emerged from their entrenched positions and crossed no-man's land to greet members of
the home team band.... As I imagine it, they exchanged cigarettes and chocolate,
and discovered that, lo and behold, they knew the same songs. They enjoyed a brief
moment of band-geek solidarity, before both sides retreated
to their foxholes to resume the exchange of fire. (Our team lost, but I am
sure that was despite the best efforts of the band).
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