Wear your bando pride on your sleeve by joining this Facebook group to boycott Dennis Dodd and his douche-baggeyness. I probably won’t technically boycott him or CBS sports because, well, what the hell will that really do? But at least it’s a way for us to give this guy the bird since we can’t throw sticks at him (unless anyone knows where he lives???)
Here’s the article from June 11th:
“The band might be a good place to start because, well, they’re the band. In general, band geeks are self-important and frequently out of tune. It’s obvious to the rest of us, why not them? Led Zeppelin does not translate well to the trombone. (Not arguing with this sentence. He’s right about that)
Quick band story: A reporter was running across the Rose Bowl turf a few years ago after a game trying to get back up to the press box. There was virtually no one in the stadium at that point except the reporter and the USC band. He tried to politely cut through their ranks to make it the shortest distance between two points. Instead, he was physically blocked by the band like this was some sort of big boy game of Red Rover.
They weren’t budging and actually getting a bit pushy. Fortunately, some assistant band director came by and yelled, “Let him through,” as if the tuba goons had pulled this type of macho crap previously. That’s just what the world needs, a brass section with attitude.
Remember when being in the band merely meant you couldn’t get a date? Then the likes of the Stanford band tried to make itself matter. Their antics were worth a chuckle now and then when they weren’t getting run over by Cal players. Then they really got, uh, creative.
Some advice: If you think it’s cool to urinate on the field then you’ve got issues that go waaaay beyond self-esteem band dork.
We bring this up because bands are part of the game’s culture the same way as jock itch and concussions. For the most part, bandies are neither funny nor, unfortunately, dieting. If the Marshall crew had anything to do with Edwards’ injury then Steve Barnett has some explaining to do. Barnett is in his sixth year as director of the “Marching Thunder.” He told CBSSports.com he had been questioned “by a couple of lawyers” but couldn’t comment any further.
“Any type of accident is unfortunate,” Barnett said.
A band director’s head on a platter, would that be enough for Edwards?
Let’s think about the common good here. The NCAA has a student-athlete welfare committee. Just a thought, but it might be worthwhile at their next meeting to insert language somewhere about schools not allowing equipment carts anywhere near where elite athletes are sprinting at full speed.
In a way the injury almost draws the line between BCS and non-BCS schools. Can you imagine carts being left in the back of the end zone at Michigan? USC? Florida? This could have happened anywhere — anywhere where they don’t have enough room. Or enough money to build more room. This particular tragedy occurred in a 38,000-seat Joan C. Edwards Stadium, the 81st largest venue in I-A.
In the BCS, you’re either big time or you’re not. In the land of dorkness, there’s another distinction to be noted. If you’re parading around at halftime don’t get too full of yourself. You’re in the band, chief, not a band. Act appropriately and stow that French horn in a safe place.
Led Zeppelin thanks you.
“I’m not a mean person,” Edwards said. “I’m a forgiving person. I don’t hold any grudges [but] it was a band cart.”
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