Itinerary

Bring a Sack Lunch with Drink !!

The Buc Band sprints out of the band hall for a run through on Gottschalk Field (parking lot).

It’s time for a jammin’ run through. ”The Facts” sends a few reporters to chronicle the event for a front page article. The townspeople line the field to watch the entire event. All the mayors declare it “Buc Band Day!” as they hand each student a key to the city. The crowd is so large, that Barack Obama and John McCain arrive by motorcade and take time to shake hands with each band student in front of the cameras.
The Buc Band amazes itself at the level of the focused rehearsal. The feeling among the Buc Band players is determination and confidence.

End of run-through and the last note rings through Clute/Lake Jackson for another 20 seconds. Applause from the townspeople erupts. We load the yellow dogs and equipment trucks in the utmost organized fashion. Some military top brass are there to study how the Load Crew, Mr. Pirtle, Mr. McKelroy and the Band Dads can move so much equipment in such an organized way.

Bus captains dash to Ms. Walden to turn in bus lists.

A string of twelve yellow Ferraris pull out from Brazoswood and speed their way to Galena Park. Be sure to fasten your seat belt as these machines are built for speed! 50 mph!

The caravan of yellow dogs and yellow trucks followed by another 10 miles of minivans and SUV’s full of Buc Band Fans Arrive at Galena Park Athletic Complex. Band members grab their sack lunch and journey across the desert wasteland into the stadium to glance at the field markings and use the rest room.

Time to unload the tools of our trade and put on our “Symbol of Pride” clothing.

We line up outside the warm up area, mentally focusing on the job we are about to perform. The Silver Team has unloaded all their harps and is going through a warm-up practice.

Warm up in Gym 2. The Buc Band is focused. Other bands are watching to see how we do it. Despite the multitude gathered to observe us, we remain focused to the task.

Out of the warm-up tomb and out once more into the desert wilderness to start our trek across to the concrete bowl lined with thick green carpet. We vibe to the stadium. Onlookers are amazed at the focasity of the band.

We take the field, strut our stuff, and climax three months of hard work. The field belongs to us and the crowd goes wild as they see what many thought was unattainable; a band from Brazoswood so sizzling that other bands completely surrender, knowing that no band can compete with the totally awesome (and hip) Buc Band!!

We leave the field surrounded by thunderous applause and repeated standing ovations. The crowd begins to chant BWood!...BWood!...BWood! We look up and everyone has their arms overhead in the shape of an “O!” The chanting continues as we put up our hot horns. Extra Security is brought in to help keep back the crowd. The drum majors are held back by the throng begging for autographs. We remove our uniform coats and bibbers and hang both items up on the bus windows. Everyone is wearing black shorts and band pirate t-shirt.

We return to the stadium, applaud other bands and wait for the top 10 announcement. We sit together in the bleachers, side by side with life long friends we have worked so hard with and appreciate so much.

Announcement of the 9 bands who will go to the finals along with Brazoswood. The band parents immediately serve barbeque. Band members devour the scrumptious food and then show absolute class by disposing of all trash properly.

Finals begin.

Rankings are announced and Yes the Buc Band is heading for future greatness!

The Ferraris roar out and race to Clute to spread the great news!

We arrive at the home of the Great Buccaneer Band and immediately disperse to celebrate!