Volleyball

     So, last night was the Marching Band party.  The culmination of the entire season.  And the chance to find out what section is best.  The volleyball tournament.  What does volleyball have to do with how good of musicians we are?  Absolutely nothing.  That doesn't people from making it into a big deal.
     For most of history, the dreaded Drum Line Dynasty had ruled the volleyball tourney with cruelty and intimidation.  Then, last year, a small group of trombonist dueled the drum line in an epic three game series that went down to the wire.  Through mockery and utter randomness they prevailed.  The entire band rejoiced as the drum line fell apart.
     Yesterday was the anniversary of this glorious event.  Even with the success last year, we trombonists knew we faced a great challenge.  The drum line still craved the title of champions.  They had not lost twice in a row any time in recent memory.  Yet this year the band was prepared for them.  We trombonists donned their crime scene tape, fake beards, and ponchos and went to do battle.
    However, a rematch was not destined, as the drum line fell in the second round to the mellophones.  It was a glorious moment and cemented the end of the Drum Line Dynasty.  We then took the championship with ease.  Although we now have won two years in a row, we trombonists swear we will never allow ourselves to become like the drum line.