We would usually be dismissed from our last period class to attend these events, ending the Friday with ears still ringing these words:
"WE GOT SPIRIT! YES WE DO!
WE GOT SPIRIT! HOW 'BOUT YOU?!!!!"
We would scream this at the top of our lungs in order to win the highly coveted "Spirit Stick". It was a brutal ritual. So much so, that according to my wife (Class of '93) they put a screecher to the spirit stick competition after the sophomores won the stick and a violent senior mob got out of control, trampling women & children.
Ok - maybe women & children didn't actually get trampled... in fact there probably weren't any children there except for the sophomores. But, it did get so uncontrollable that they no longer allowed these barbaric displays of animalistic egotism and domineering rivalries for the rest of the year. I believe they reinstated this craziness the following year with new rules like, "Don't kill people" and stuff like that. Can't we all just get along?
Help me remember some of the details here...
I know the band got to leave a few minutes early in order to be ready to play while the student body filed into the gym. We would watch the cheerleaders perform, the Jacketeers dance and then hear from one of our own senior classmen mumble something in the microphone about how they were going to crush the competition. I say mumble not as an insult to the senior ball players... but as a discredit to the poor sound system. However, we would always hear their last words spoken with more confidence and clarity than the preceeding pep talk - no pitiful PA system could garble this declaration:
"SENIORS NUMBER ONE!!!"
This picture of the pep band was taken at a pre-season rally we had at the gym one evening.