I was born and raised a Badger and I'll never forget my time here. As a child I would fall asleep to a tape of my mother singing "If You Want to Be a Badger," "Hot Time," "Songs to Thee Wisconsin," and of course "On, Wisconsin." Call it brainwashing. Call it whatever you want. I know that those nights instilled in me a desire, which grew into a need, to be a badger even as a young child.
I can't summarize the feelings I have for this band and know I will forget something along the way, but I'm reliving every moment I can.
Being in band has given me some of the best experiences of my life. It all started with reg week. As a freshman you have no idea what to expect or how tough you have to be to make it. And once you're in, buckle up for one of the best rides of your life. There are ups and downs. Tough times and sad times, but mostly great times.
The pride I have for this university stems from this band. Everything has led to this. Riding your bike through rain, sleet, snow, wind, and even extreme heat, just to get to practice. Riding home during reg week and your legs cramping. Playing "On, Wisconsin" more times than you'll ever dream possible, but never getting sick of it. Getting chills every time you play "Varsity," solely because 80,000 badgers are singing along with you. Working your ass off every rehearsal. In any weather. Waking up early for game day practices only building the anticipation of the coming game. Then heading home and seeing some students already awake and drinking. Others asleep in their beds. Until small groups from the band blast a lively early morning rendition of our favorite song.
Playing for screaming fans all across the state and country. Gigs, volleyball, hockey, football and basketball games. Following my beloved team everywhere they go. Through road trips to other Big Ten universities, Big Ten championships, playing in Lambeau Field. Flying to bowl games and basketball games. Any time spent on a bus being filled with offensive jokes, stories, limericks, and general tomfoolery. Border wars, the light game, spider monkey, anything to keep us busy (not doing homework). The other bands we "meet" and
Wearing badger red everyday, in one way or another. Whether it's a T-shirt, sweatshirt, sweatpants, a cardinal red sweater that you've sweat in countless times, or a wool uniform. A uniform that brings pride to you every time you wear it. Walking to Camp Randall and having everybody cheer, ask you to play a song, try and give you a beer, or ask to take a picture with you. The dirty run-on chant, screaming "eat a rock" moments before taking the field, hearing fans cheer when "the University of Wisconsin marching band" is announced as we march down the field playing On, Wis. Watching the student section sing and do all the motions to "If You Want to Be a Badger." Watching number one teams fall by the wayside as my team crushes them and sends them home crying.
I can't write something like this without mentioning my friends and family. Thank you. The friends I have made have become some of the best I've ever had. Thank you for everything. To the only rank I've ever known, I don't know what I would've done without you. Hearing a mispronounced version of my last name the first day of real practice only led to a second family. Thank you rank 18. We're the best.
And finally, spending every moment of every band function trying to please an old man. An old man who became more than I ever thought he would to me. He's a mentor, a teacher, and a friend. He became a second father to me. Taught me a lot about myself, helped me grow, and oftentimes treated me as his own flesh and blood. The amount of gratitude and love I hold for him will never leave me and I will keep the lessons learned from him in my heart. There's no way I can thank him for everything he has done for me. The best thing I can do is play my heart out one last time.
There's a saying: "when one door closes, another opens," but with this band and this university, I know that the door will never close. However, for one last time I take the stage with an organization that changed my life. The love, passion, pride, and fun (among many other things) I learned will stay with me until my dying day. It's going to be a tough night, but I'm going to take in every moment. We never say goodbye, but simply we'll see you real soon, and ON, WISCONSIN.