I've never done too bad on the field, but on the way to a pep rally...

I was walking with my bass on the way to the gym. I obviously can't see in front of me, and next thing I know, my bass drum bumps, and I hear a distinct thud. I had just run into a trash can... I shrugged it off and kept walking. A few steps later, my foot hits a ditch, I fell, and my bass drum started to roll. Well, I had the wind kocked out of me, and my knees were out of commission for about 2 minutes. After that I was fine.

Oh I can't forget! I hit aother trachcan on the way back.

We all know you got to keep those trash cans in line by fear!

Wow, I seriously haven't posted in this thread? I figured I've posted in most threads that have been around for a while...

Anyway, my most embarassing moments always involve me falling.

I was leading the snareline outside one afternoon, it was cold and there was ice. I turned around and said "Watch out for the ice everyone." and I proceeded to fall down on some ice. I luckily was not wearing a drum at the time but I was really embarassed and a little bumped and bruised.

At that same vacinity, a few months later during band camp I was coming out of a door with my tenors on so that I could go down to a shaded area where we were having a sectional. Outside the door was the snareline having a sectional. There was a step outside the door, which I was unaware of and fell about the foot from the step to the ground and then impacted a concrete sidewalk chest first. Mind you, I'm wearing my tenors. My leg was torn open by the ordeal, and my harness bent. The entire snareline was laughing at me until they realized I was bleeding profusely. I bled all over the clothes I was wearing, and I have a scar from it to this day.

True story, tell your friends.

Last season i marched 4th bass (but i had to use 5th, our 2nd bass had a broken head at the time). At band camp we were walking back to the band room, and, carrying a large drum, i couldn't see much. In front of me was a janitorial cart thing (we have an open air school), and i slammed into it, hitting my legs on the lower part of the trailer it had. Everybody laughed at me for a while. I also hit lots of trash cans haha.

My Junior year of High School, we were practicng our halftime show. The particular pair of pants I had been wearing seemed a bit loose but I didn't think too much about it so I didn't wear a belt. Well at the end of one of the songs we ended in a plant and as soon as I closed my legs my pants fell to my ankles. Of course, since I could not move because we were at attention, I had to stand there with my pants down. The entire band saw it and laughed it up at my expense.

This just happened to me this morning.

Our concert band was doing sectionals, so our BD said that we could go do whatever for an hour. So three of us decided to go outside and try to get some cadence ideas. So i have been getting over a cold, so my through was a bit sore. So i went to go get a drink of water from the water fountain. I had quads on, so i turned sideways and crouched down to get a drunk... well i got hooked on the edge of the fence, so then i tried to get up and i slipped down, and the other side of the quads got caught on the water fountain, so i decided to crawl out form under it. But then as i was getting out, it fell and hit me right "there". So I was down on the ground for a couple minutes while everyone else was laughing at me...

New story! Okay, so I was marching Drum Corps . . . Trinity, out of Texas. small Div. III Corps that had just started competing in 06 (And also folded. ). It's our first show, and I had a hurt ankle. tendonitis in my right ankle. We were going through the show, and right as the opener started (goes from 80 to 180. very quick transition.), my leg decided to not respond, so I didn't step-off . . . next thing you know, the entire bassline rams into me, and I started sprinting backwards with all this pain shooting through my leg.

I recovered. But it sucked. I was so pissed that as I began to tap-off of the field, we ended up marching off at around 150-160 . . . next thing you know, the hornline is about an 1/8th of a mile behind us.

My most embarrassing moment on the field was during a competition. I was the a snare leading the rest of the drum line to the front sideline for a halt set and on the way, I notice a judge standing right in front of the sideline. I want to make sure I do everything perfect, but then I stop 16 counts early, and the rest of the line gets the huggy syndrome going. It didn't really hurt our score but I still hear about it.