Once there was a trumpet named Dom Alcocer '00. One Tuesday night he decided to fly in the face of trumpet tradition and show up to Tuesday night rehearsal in pants. Upon arriving in the band room, the familiar stench of the floor reawakened his better judgment and his allegiance to the trumpets once again. He was now in a predicament as to how to solve the problem of wanting to wear shorts but not having any. As any good trumpet would do, he took off his pants. That night Dom wore boxers.

In honor of that event we deemed last night (Tuesday Sept. 17, 1996; The last night practice before Home Coming) boxer night. A vast majority of the trumpet section graced the band with a plethora of various type of boxers. But this was only the beginning...

Last night, despite intense tropical storm like rain, and any sense of good judgment, it was decreed that we would go outside and march. Assembled on Schoellkopf field, the trumpets grew discontented with the meager tasks of marching and playing, and with the conditions to which we were subjected. Being trumpets, we could not let our discontent fester. We displayed it as any good trumpet would.

In the middle of marching, the trumpet section left the band and ascended the beloved crescent. At its very zenith, we honored and amazed the band as the heavenly sounds of the Olympic Spirit cheer descended upon them as if from heaven. Having gained their attention, we then proudly displayed our discontent. There was a full moon over Schoellkopf last night...

---Toby Christie '97, 9-18-96