Basically, growing up in a college town with good football and crossing into Michigan for school every day where the Ohio State University Buckeyes and University of Michigan Wolverines' massive rivalry rule the region every November has made me a seasoned college football fan. Since my high school was so small, I never went to a game on Friday night's like the entirety of Monroe County Michigan seems to do this time of year. I haven't been to ANY football games, on any level. Or, I hadn't until this past weekend.
My new school, Baldwin Wallace University is home to the Division III Yellow Jackets. Brown and gold is adorns the campus and its students almost like a cult, and sports are a big recreational thing here. As a freshman in the marching band with a football obsession and similar family members, to say I was overexcited for Saturday's game would be an understatement. Add in the fact that I'm sort of seeing a guy on the team, and even the Black Plague couldn't keep me away from going to that game!
Marching band was another first for me. Everyone else in the band marched for their high schools for most of their four years before this. Me? I've never taken so much as a step away from my chair and music stand on the stage during our high school performances. The bulky uniform, silly hats with the feathers on top, weird way of roll-step walking in an even line with the beat of the drumline while we played our instruments, and especially the bizarre lingo was ALL new to me. Standing and playing my flute was one thing that I'd noticed was going to be an issue as soon as I was diagnosed with cataplexy; silly me never thought about that when I signed up for marching band.
Despite my fears, Saturday was fantastic! I remembered my positions and kept my roll-steps in check, I mostly remembered all my music in my head and kept my wrong notes at a low volume...
Marching outside the stadium leading the fans into the game and hearing the hollers and cheers of the fans tailgating in the parking lot, shouting "Kill 'em, Yellow Jackets!" and seeing all the proud parents taking pictures of us as we walked by left me holding back obnoxious giggles and gripping my flute for dear life, trying to hold off the cataplexy that was teasing me, threatening to cause a scene.
That dizzying feeling of pride and anticipation when the team came out of the locker room shouting and making noise like only a football team can gave me a small delay in playing the fight song as they ran down the field in front of us, but as one in a band of 100+ it went completely unnoticed.
And I somehow got through the pre-game show and half-time show without any cataplexy incidence. Even though the excitement of being at my first football game was coursing through my veins, with the nerves of being on the field in front of all those people, including my mom, representing my school as a part of the band.
Even walking into the stadium as the teams were warming up, seeing the boys in their uniforms and searching the jersey numbers anxiously despite telling myself not to; looking for MY guy, #71, even though I knew that spotting him would just send a jolt of SOMETHING through me, with a wave of cataplexy following directly behind. Lucky for me, I didn't find him until I was safely seated in the stands, but that didn't stop the cataplexy from poking at me as I marched through the pre-show and around the stadium as the team ran in for kick-off.
Despite all that I held my own and got through the entire game. Our boys won, of course! 45-13, I believe. and my guy won with the Junior Varsity on Sunday as well against Case Western Reserve, but that was an away game so I didn't get to see that one.
I think I'll do well in marching band. The first game was the hardest and I'm sure the giddy excitement will wear off as the season goes on; maybe even the butterflies from knowing I'm being watched while I march by one certain player on the team. Playing at Disney World in January? That's a whole other story, but I have hopes of taming my cataplexy a bit more by then!
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