you know what? i think marching bands a fucking sport. i’ve been in everything from soccer to gymnastics, so i do actually know what its like to be in a ‘real’ sport. the definition of a sport is “an activity involving physical exertion and skill in which an individual or team competes against another or others for entertainment”. we work out and condition just like other sports. we are so determined and devoted, practices can be longer than nine hours. do we have any skill? try simultaneously marching with good form, playing memorized music, and carrying an instrument up to sixty pounds. and competitions? you think we make a whole show just for your friday night lights? hell no. we have competitions. competitions that people come to watch, for entertainment. if you could do me a favor and start actually appreciating the band kids and getting off their backs, that would be really nice. because i think “marching band isn’t actually a sport” can translate to “i wouldn’t ever be able to do what you guys do on the field”.


Hips before hands.

“All right, what you may find as you concentrate on hitting that little ball… The rest of the world just fades away…all your everyday, nagging concerns. The ticking of your biological clock. How you probably couldn’t afford that nice, new suede coat on a G-Woman’s salary. How you threw away a promising career in medicine…to hunt aliens with a crackpot, albeit brilliant, partner. Getting into the heart of a global conspiracy. Your obscenely overdue triple-X bill. Oh, I… I’m sorry, Scully. Those last two problems are mine, not yours.”

“Shut up, Mulder. I’m playing baseball.”

<b>February 7, 1987</b>
For only the second time since the practice has been implemented, a player is forced to take less due to salary arbitration when Dodger pitcher Orel Hershiser signs for $800,000, a twenty-percent pay-cut. After winning the Cy Young Award and leading the team to a World Series championship a year later, the right-hander will become the highest-paid player in the major leagues.