This week, I'm a bit sad because our marching band season has ended. Our program this year was from Wicked, and the kids loved the music. In fact, many of the marching band members traveled to Chicago this summer to see the production.
The kids had a successful season competitively, too, taking first place in two of three shows and achieving a record high score by the end of the season.
So no more Friday night football games hanging out in the end zone with the band parents. No more videotaping while wrapped in a blanket and clutching a warm cup of something. No more 6:30 am drumline rehearsals.
Now other activities will fill in those spaces. Jazz band and show choir will soon kick into high gear. But somehow nothing will ever take the place of marching band.