


The Daily News
1 Care to hear how Homecoming went?
2 Haha. A pie in the face comes with the job.
3 Do I dare go there?
4 I imagine.
5 So let's go back to Thursday night, the night before the Homecoming game.
6 I'm at the school figuring out some last-minute adjustments. I had already canceled the rally due to threatening clouds, and the class decorations as well. I wasn't a popular fellow Friday morning.
7 As I had predicted, a major storm hit early in the morning and would have drenched all the decorations. There was lots of artwork with poster paint that would have made a colorful river running down Quimby Road.
8 I also did the right thing in canceling the huge rally. It was to be outside, since 2600 students will not even begin to fit in a gym that holds 750.
9 Backtrack to Thursday night. I'm exhausted, dying from tiredness when the cheerleader coach comes in and says, "The girls aren't going to do halftime. Six of them didn't make grades." Halftime wasn't too together anyway since I couldn't seem to convince the officers that we should bring out the Homecoming Court. I pushed and pushed but not much coming back. So no court intros. Can't use cars on the track anyway, which eliminates floats, unless we make wooden carts for next year.

10 At least I had the award-winning band.
11 I e-mailed the Band guy asking how many chairs he would need for the game, and he replied, "Let's just watch the skies and see." I had been promised a ten-minute performance.
12 Friday morning. Cheerleaders are all decked out in full regalia, candy leis, pizza party for the players, huge posters, the full program. But no show for halftime. Band guy shows. "We prolly won't perform. We can MAYBE bring some percussion to just stand there at halftime but that field is drenched."
13 "I'm really in a spot here man. I have to have SOMETHING for halftime. I'd really appreciate it a bunch if you guys could go out there and do it." For no reason my mind rushed to the fact that there was a helium shortage and we never did balloons because of that.

14 "It's pretty wet, and no one cares about the Band anyway." he said. As he walked away I saw the way this day was going. I disagreed about the Band, but he was gone before I could correct that.

15 I still had a barbecue to design that afternoon. I had organized a barbecue with the famous Andy's Bar-B-Que AND a 12-piece LIVE Latin/jazz band for the staff. At noon I ran to Musson Theatrical to get some gels to color up the stage I had set up for the Band. Lighting would take time, but it would work with the BBQ smoke and all. I had a couple of boys coming to wear suits with earbuds so they looked like Hollywood security. An easel that said "Private VIP Party" on it. Students in suits and dresses. Class act. A bucket of roses with small slips of paper ribboned to them saying "Homecoming Cougar Kickoff Inaugural BBQ and Jazz Fest. October 12, 2007 EV vs. Silver Creek. For all you do..."
16 A rose for each VIP staff person. Cougar shaker poms for the kids, and for each adult. Live band kickin' in. Amazing Bar-B-Que.
17 I began getting the BBQ party designed and lit, but got called to the stadium to get the box office open for the FS game.
18 The kids who were SUPPOSED to be there simply didn't show, so the principal and the librarian got stuck selling tickets, making signs on the windows, and basically running the window because my students just flaked on the biggest event we have all semester. I also noticed that the stadium mics, which I had already tested and were working, were suddenly not working. The principal called and told me that the downs and yards-to-go lights weren't working on the new scoreboard, which I completely mastered and trained others to use.
No sellers. No band. No cheerleaders. No Homecoming Court. No balloons. No mics. No downs or yards to go.Still no lighting or organization for the Bar-B-Q, which I was going to spend time doing once the box office was set up for the FS game.
19 At the game it suddenly poured buckets of rain. No canopies. The ones we had had been moved and so the Booster's Club insisted I find them for their concession stand.
20 No sellers. No marching band. No cheerleaders. No Homecoming Court. No balloons. No mics. No downs nor yards-to-go. No canopies. No lighting nor pre-set for the barbecue because no canopies.
21 My student help showed late, so the entire "VIP Security" thing failed. The live band, Masada, had managed to get set up and despite the crappy lighting, proceeded to kick everyone's ass. Thank God. They did Tower of Power tunes and just cooked. Andy's smelled great and so the BBQ went okay even though it was cafeteria seating.
22 Meanwhile, a student crew finally arrived, the game got off, the FS won, and halftime was approaching. STILL no marching band. The cheerleaders were cheering and glittered, the mascot bounced, but I knew I had to get to the booth so they could announce no halftime. I kept an eye out for the marching band, but with four minutes left in the half, it was obvious they weren't even coming to the game.
23 I jumped up into the press box, told the announcer that we literally had no Homecoming things for halfime. He laughed, understood, and said he'd announce the Band's Gilroy competition coming up, and their Wind Ensemble show Wednesday night, the one they will be performing at Carnegie Hall. He would explain how the playing field kept the Band from going out, and that it was too dangerous for the cheerleaders to stunt in the slippery condiitons.
24 I decided to go back up to the North end zone, above the field and looked down at the game stadium below me. Despite all, it looked peaceful. Our team was winning 26-7, and I was sure our Wednesday rally pumped those guys up, but of course I couldn't take any credit for the work they did. But inside I saw how much it meant to them. I smiled, listened to the announcements at halftime, and felt fine with it. I smiled.
25 Suddenly, the crowd went crazy. They yelled, cheered and screamed. I looked back down.
26 Three guys had done a chonie run across the field, jumping up and down in black marblebags. Everybody in the stadium went crazy because they got a halftime show after all.
27 I looked up at the sky and said thanks. I absolutely loved it. For the rest of my life I'll never forget my second Homecoming halftime that wasn't a halftime until three guys chonied the crowd.
28 By the evening's end, I raised a glass to complete failure.
29 In the long run, it all came down to underpants.
30 Somehow, ya gotta love it. Sometimes a pie in the face comes with the job.
31 I should have set off those fireworks that I had sitting in the back, but I was sure that they would probably either be duds, or start the school on fire.
32 Just kidding.
33 And that's the way it was on our Homecoming, 2007.
34 Failure. When your best just isn't enough...
35 Someday it'll all make for a great laugh.
36 Maybe even today. So who cares really anyway?
37 Live life, love life; it's the very best you can do. Failure, my friends, is overrated.
38 Enjoy a hearty laugh. LIfe's too short to worry about any of this boushit.
39 I love every minute of it.
40 You too.
41 Peace.

~H~

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