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04-02-2013, 11:31 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-02-2013, 11:49 AM by
PrinceLightfoot.)
It's a good day for proper introductions. My name is Eric and graduated with an Economics degree.
I am relatively new to posting, but have been reading for some time. I played in The LSJUMB for my freshman year (93-94). Of all the memories I have while at Stanford the most memorable one was the halftime show against Low APR U. Several 59ers rushed the field in an attempt to maul The Tree, but we were expecting it. As soon as I saw one jump down from the stands, I layed down my trumpet and charged the poor idiot laying him out at about the 30 yard line on the north side of the stadium - I played center and middle linebacker in high school and was relishing the opportunity to tackle someone on the field. With other band members in tow we proceeded to dogpile the unfortunate dolt, and remember being frightened because the compression of body on top of body literally squeezed out any remaining breath. When we finally unpiled, he stood up slowly and had a wild fear in his eyes...for some reason security still had not arrived, so I tackled him again before he ran away.
Others pinned him down. The idea of taking off his shoes entered my mind so that running away would be a bit more difficult. He was wearing a very old pair of converse quartertops with the laces wrapped around his ankles in a tight knot. I tried to slip the shoes off his feet when the entire sole of the shoe ripped right off! I am not proud of what transpired afterwards - other members began to rip the clothes right off him (quite easily...the clothes must have been old, too). When security finally arrived, they cuffed him and thew a jacket around him.
A picture of a band member holding up the 59er's cap and me holding up the sole of that shoe in front of the Stanford crowd appeared in The Daily. Even though Low APR U destroyed us that Saturday, I prefer to remember that day as one where a 59er dared to walk onto our field and left with no sole.
If I had a dollar every time I was distracted, I wish I had some ice cream.