Long Live the Cape!

As is eventual with the unending passage of time, all things must change. And, so, on January 19^th in the 67^th Year of Our Undefeat, by the Justinian reckoning, the band happened to find themselves congregated in the band closet on accident all at the same time with enough coincidental luck to witness the announcement of a new band leader for the next two years.

Naturally, there was much excitement about who this next leader might possibly be. Who would be chosen to fearlessly lead the band against the teterrimous traps that the dastardly defectors were sure to be conjuring as well as a whole other score of threats and obstacles that might (foolishly) challenge Williams's chosen band? Who would keep the Order of Moocow fed and nourished?

Their questions were to be put to rest as the band members fell into the traditious roles of ceremony, with Griswold as Bearer of the Whistle and Carlos as Bearer of the Bearer of the Whistle. The other members formed in a circle over the carpet-for-induction goldfish as their new band leader was announced…

Welcome to those sacred ranks, that time-honored and respected position, that ultimate dictatorship, Jessica Luning! A band member since her Freshman year, we can rest assured that once again the Moocho Macho Moocow Military Marching Band is in good hands; your Band stands at your command.

Band Winning in the Playoffs? You Can Bet Your Sweet Ras They Are!

Again, the picture isn't really from this game but last year.

Due to their last victory, the Band has made it into the playoffs, the first game of which was this night at 10:30. The Band turned out in spades, providing a 5-person cheering section for the game (rounds of Blood and Ice Cold Beer were enthusiastically shouted). They didn't know how this epic confrontation would turn out but what is glory without life-altering risk and possible eternal shame?

Once again, the Band descended into a close game, the players staying locked at 0-0 until there was 4 minutes left on the clock. Mauger the deadlock, Teddy managed a goal. Elated, the bandlings watched in stark prospection to see how the game would close. To their dismay, they were greeted with a teterrimous score from the other team with only a minute and a half left in the game.

Neither team scoring afterwards, they were forced into overtime – three penalty shots per team, alternating, with the team with the most points in the end winning. Joe Aduboffour took goalie as the first round of shots were taken: no one scored. Shouts of Abstinence, Celibacy were made. The opposing team went again, once again maugered by Joe. The moocows took their shot – and scored. Everyone's eyes glued to the goal, rapt with the excitement of the moment.

The shot was blocked.

There was much weeping, world peace was discovered, and babies were named after the championing players. The Mucho Macho Moocow Military Marching Band has won its first game of the playoffs.

Broomball: WIN!!!!

The picture to the right is not from this year - however, we have no pictures from today's game at 10 P. M. Plus that picture from last year is just a great image of Teddy being boss.

Uncertain as to how affairs might turn out for them (suffering a loss of 5 to 1 from their last game), the bandlings shuffled out onto the ice, determined to give it their best. With Matt (due to his still-recovering arm) offering moral support from the sidelines, Joe Iafrate and Joe Aduboffour covering the offense, Jonathan covering defense, Teddy covering the middle, and Connor guarding the goal, the band held their own against the Boys From Nebraska throughout the game with neither team scoring (due to many mirific saves by Connor and unerring stick-handling by Teddy). Then – with 15 seconds left on the clock – the ball missed contact with the stick of a swinging player, rolling in front of the goal. In the swarm of other players, Joe Iafrate saw the chance – and took it.

And that, dear readers, is how the band came to victory for that fateful game, demonstrating their ability to win not only on the marching field*.


*football is merely its secondary usage