Everyone loves an underdog.
That’s why we pay $7 (or $20 including candy concessions if you enjoy inhaling Reese’s Pieces in family-of-five portions like me) to watch thrilling screenplays that tug at our heartstrings through triumph over insurmountable struggle.
Point being, our pop culture treasures movies like Rocky (I, II, III and basically whatever Super Bowl number we’re on), Hoosiers, Miracle (one of my personal favorites), Seabiscuit, Happy Gilmore (who knew being called a ‘jackass’ could be so motivating), Cinderella Man and Bad News Bears even to this day.
Off-screen, at Olivet College, it feels as though our music program is writing an underdog story of our own: after an absence of more than three decades, against all odds, we finally have a marching band.
Well, call us a unique regenerative species of our own, because the Marching Comets are here to stay. And we’re excited about making one helluva comeback. You could say we’re “on a mission from God,” even.
Okay, maybe that sounds a bit dramatic.
But this is a reinstatement that collectively we have not taken lightly, in fact, it’s something that we’ve wholly embraced. We’re a mighty small bunch, but we have one mighty sound; we’re the weekend game day warriors, the school pride channelers, crowd-energy managers and the creators of an unmistakable atmosphere across campus that has been undeniably missing since the 1970s when our first marching band slowly met its extinction.
Call us a unique regenerative species of our own, because the Marching Comets are here to stay. And we’re excited about making one helluva comeback. You could say we’re “on a mission from God,” even.
You heard it right: it’s been more than 30 years since our college has had a marching band. It’s now 2015 — it’s time to put the band back together, as John Belushi famously did as Jake Blues, alongside Dan Akroyd as Elwood Blues, in their popular 1980 film that we fittingly adopted as our inaugural halftime show this season.
From now on, there will not be a countdown to the buzzer for the Marching Comets.
Understandably, after such a long leave of absence, the band was first met with odd looks and funny glances, whispering and pointing, but our breakout performances and consistency has helped to stomp out any uncertainty of the fact that we are here to stay.
From now on, there will not be a countdown to the buzzer for the Marching Comets; the moment our brand new uniforms shipped in and we proudly took the field in bright red and timeless black for the first time last September was our game-winning shot — an effortless swish! that came after thousands of practice shots, countless mustering efforts over the years to create a band that are now ghosted actions; the magic season has finally arrived and we’ve stepped up to the plate with a Hall of Fame nomination in our sights.
Do you believe in miracles? Because I do.