Sidewalk alumni necks

And your two degrees didnt give you a bit of common sense. I mean, if you want to play that stupid little game we can. I can always dip to your immature level.

You've already far surpassed it. I'd put you at about the same level as codyg10. Calling out people you know absolutely nothing about.
 
You all just got put in your place by a literal and figurative horn tooter












Not really
 
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I inserted into the USSR as a deep cover band member.

While teaching the insurgents covert rim shot techniques, the KGB raided the theater and arrested me.

I was sent to a gulag in Siberia for 6 months.

24 hours a day, in a cell too small to lay down in, I was subjected to torture that to this day, I still can't speak of.

Oh the horror!

Finally, I broke down and gave them the codes:

Every
Good
Boy
Does
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Actually I was a member of the Pride of the Southland band. I spent from 7:50am - 8:40am then 1:15pm - 3:05pm every Tuesday and Thursday plus 8:00am-9:00am on game Saturdays practicing for a 10 minute performance on the field. This doesnt take into account the time before being at the band room, parade to the stadium, then staying til the stadium was virtually empty playing music for those leaving.

All for 1 hour credit. And no scholarship.

What did you do to show your school spirit. What orange blood did you shed for your team?

I'll take a wild guess - you have an associates degree

Then one time at band camp. Geek.

I was hung-over at 7:50 on Tuesdays and Thursdays and asleep at the frat house after some real good times. It ain't easy to get up at 7:55 and make your 8 o'clock.
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We should have joined a marching band. That type of Paris Island type training would have sufficiently toughened us up enough to be "real fans."

Parris Island had nothing on the band waking me up at f#*@ing 8am on a Saturday practicing for some freaking parade or something.

That hangover/headache was the worst thing I've ever been through.
 
Parris Island had nothing on the band waking me up at f#*@ing 8am on a Saturday practicing for some freaking parade or something.

That hangover/headache was the worst thing I've ever been through.

there I was, inverted in a Huey under NVGs, napalm everywhere, RPG rounds exploding all over the place, flares blacking out my night vision, but I pressed on, won the war and got my band ribbon.
 
there I was, inverted in a Huey under NVGs, napalm everywhere, RPG rounds exploding all over the place, flares blacking out my night vision, but I pressed on, won the war and got my band ribbon.

I lost a lot of good friends then. Some fell to woodwinds, some to brass but the worst of all were the percussion injuries. We Were Bandmates Once... And Young.
 
there I was, inverted in a Huey under NVGs, napalm everywhere, RPG rounds exploding all over the place, flares blacking out my night vision, but I pressed on, won the war and got my band ribbon.

Come on now, everyone knows you can't fly a UH-1 inverted while under goggles. You have to do it while unaided with zero illum and under wires.
 
Come on now, everyone knows you can't fly a UH-1 inverted while under goggles. You have to do it while unaided with zero illum and under wires.

fair enough, but I still didn't even get 1 credit hour. I'm a damn fan, bro.
 
fair enough, but I still didn't even get 1 credit hour. I'm a damn fan, bro.

But you got the highly sought after band ribbon and we all know that is so much more valuable than the 1 credit hour. Maybe they'll let you trade your wings in for the 1 credit hour....:question:
 
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NOT so fast my friend!!!

Have you decorated a float or stood in line for a ticket?

no, but have been picked up by the fuzz a couple times. Hurts like hell.

damn, foiled. I'm just gonna default to rooting for my almas mater, which is apparently the route to Nirvana.
 
The reason we are having this debate is that we all want to think that we are the biggest fan. We want to think that the football team means more to us than anyone else. The reality is that everyone has their own reason why Tennessee football means so much to them, and no one reason trumps the other.
 

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