COLRGUARD HUMOR
From guard sites around the web which are all linked on my
links page
THE *HIT* point system
On the field, if you hit...
Another flag = 0 points.
A flute = 10 points.
A clarinet = 10 points.
A saxophone = 15 points.
A trumpet = 20 points.
A trombone = 25 points.
A baritone = 35 points.
A sousaphone = 50 points.
A drummer = 55 points.
A drum major = 65 points.
The band director...Run!
Top 10 reasons to date a guard member
10. We know how to keep people in line
9. We continuously work on our technique
8. We adore wearing tight clothing
7. We do it on football fields and gym floors
6. We're used to poles of all sizes
5. We strive for the perfect performance
4. We work well with our hands
3. We're very flexible
2. We always want to be on top
And the #1 reason to date a guard member...
1. We love making people scream and yell!
Why Flags Are Better Than Men...
It would never leave you for another girl, unless you were doing
an exchange.
If you get mad at it you can throw it around.
After the season is over you can only spin it once in a while, but it never
complains.
You can change silks a lot easier than you can change how a guy dresses.
Size does matter and if you don't like it, you can use a different one.
Guard Peeps New Years Resolutions
- I WILL NOT twirl my pen/pencil/mop or broom
- I WILL read a real book not just WGI yearbooks
- I WILL NOT watch guard videos for more than 4 hours a day
- I WILL remember that my equipment is inanimate and does not
need a name
- I WILL NOT fight with band members about which being more
important (guard or band)
- I WILL buy real socks, lyrical shoes were not made for bumming
around the house
- I WILL NOT make fun of cheerleaders especially during football
games
- I WILL pay more attention to my grades and NOT to the height
of my tosses
- I WILL NOT do show work with a hockey stick in gym class
- I WILL get over that one guard whose' show you can remember
but name you cannot
- I WILL NOT question others for using the same music as a
past guard as long as its not within a 2 year period
- I WILL get over my phase of talking to my equipment after
all does it ever talk back?
- I WILL NOT use old work from past shows as my own in try
outs
- I WILL talk my younger sibling(s) into joining guard, and
living on the dream
- I WILL NOT stop using colorguard as my excuse out of gym
- I WILL find time to hang out with my 'non' guard friends
- I WILL NOT be prejudice after all once a guardie always a
guardie right?
- I WILL try to get on with my life after all guard cannot
lead you to a successful life after college (that's what they think)
- I WILL NOT relate everything to guard
- I WILL get a job to support my habit
120 ways to tell your in guard
You spin anything you can get your hands on.
You spin pens.
You spin brooms/mops/etc.
You spin broken parts of chairs.
You go to attention when someone claps at you in the hallways.
Five hours of practice is a blessing.
There are all sorts of marks on the ceiling of your room from
your equipment.
Your light fixture in your room is permanently broken.
You've replaced more light bulbs in your room than you can
count.
Every song you hear, you write guard work to.
All your favorite songs have this one part that would be "perfect
for a rifle feature."
Your hands are permanently black and blue.
You have had more injuries than you'd like to remember...or
that you can remember.
You dance down the hallways at school.
You dance around your house.
All the work your instructor writes, you've done before...they
start recycling your work from other shows.
You can't watch someone else spin next to you without spinning
yourself.
You protect your weapons like they are your children.
You name your equipment.
You name your drill spots.
As soon as you step onto a football field, you put your head
up and smile at the bleachers, whether or not anyone is there.
You can't name all the shows you've done.
You can't remember the work from the last show you did.
The phrase, "free time" has lost all meaning to you.
The band room is your second home.
You leave a pillow and blanket in the guard room, just in case.
You have a closet full of old guard uniforms, whether you wore
them or not.
You have a drawer full of guard tee-shirts.
Flannel pants are you favorite piece of clothing.
All your guard gloves have holes in the palms.
You don't go one day without spinning.
Doing only 200 drop spins at practice is a blessing.
You've run more laps than the track team.
You've done more push-ups than the football team.
You practice more than the cheerleaders (and still get no credit
for it)
You're proud to be called a band fag.
You've slept in the band room.
You've gotten undressed in the band room.
Your principal has seen you without pants on.
The entire band has seen you without pants on.
You'd be at practice, even if you have pneumonia. And you'd
be smiling.
When people on TV march, you cringe if they're out of step.
You've been called a lesbian more than times than you can count.
You have 7 different kinds of ace bandages, and you have 8
sizes of each kind.
You know where everything is in the first aid kit.
You have your own set of keys to the band room.
You know that "one more time" never means one more time.
After practice, you hang out in the band room to chat with
your fellow guard members.
You've spent more than 80 hours with the same people in one
sitting.
You've seen 3 in the morning.
When you get home at 1 a.m., you are ecstatic.
The waiters at the local diner know you by name.
You've never been in the diner with less than 8 people.
Your personal motto is "Guard is Life."
After high school, you march in college, drum corps, winter
guard...etc.
You know how to get any kind of stain out of your uniform.
Skin tight spandex doesn't faze you anymore.
You go out in public wearing practice clothes, and wonder why
people look at you funny.
On your lunch break, when you go to get food, you don't bother
to put on your shoes. And again, you wonder why people look at you funny.
You've performed at 8 pep rallies, although you've never been
a part of one.
At the pep rallies, you and your friends are the only ones
to cheer for the fencing team.
You sing songs you've performed to every day of your life.
Ballroom dancing amazes you.
Anyone who can throw a piece of wood with a strap 100 feet
in the air and catch it becomes your idol.
When 98% of the guys you know are gay.
You've dated/had a crush on a drummer.
You've dated/had a crush on a trumpet player.
You have so many inside jokes with members of your guard, that
you laugh at almost anything that anyone says, because you have a joke about
it. (And yet again, you wonder why people look at you funny.)
You and your friends repeat the same phrases over and over.
When one member gets sick, you all get sick.
You all get your period at the same time.
You remember jokes from years before you actually joined guard.
You refuse to graduate.
You could make one of these lists with little to no effort.
You have a permanent sock tan.
Your hair is 8 different colors.
Your nails don't come past the ends of your fingers.
Your toenails have been painted for as long as you can remember.
(Because you're barefoot so much.)
A half-hour lunch break is considered long.
You start finishing sentences for fellow guard members.
You're not a hooker, but your knees are so bruised, they look
like you could be.
You and the band members get into fights over who's colder
on retreat...and YOU win.
When you go out to diners in your uniform after a show, you
wonder why the waiter looks at you funny.
When you go out to diners with 30 pounds of glitter in your
hair, you wonder why there's glitter in your food.
You own at least 1 Broadway soundtrack, and could probably
write a show to one or more songs on that soundtrack.
When you learn to yell back at the football team.
When you hear so much about people from drum corps, other color
guards, etc., you feel like you know them, but have never actually held a conversation
with them.
You date a member of another marching band.
You go to competitions for the sole purpose of finding a date
from another marching band.
You get disappointed that all the guys you want to date from
other marching bands are gay/have a girlfriend from yet another marching band.
When you scream at the gym teachers "Color guard is a sport!!!",
and they agree with you, thereby letting you sit out from running the mile.
Your parents lock up all the brooms/pool cues/umbrellas/etc.
You can do your hair and make-up anywhere.
You can change into your uniform anywhere.
You find yourself designing flags/uniforms/drill in your classes.
You laugh like everyone else on your guard.
You use two hands to tell your left from your right.
You know how many people can be crammed into a minivan.
You spend more time in the band hall than in your house
Your guard has developed its own language.
You went to every school football game but never paid for one.
You can arm wrestle anyone and win.
When you get teary-eyed when you have to put your rifle down
so you can eat dinner.
When you spend all your free time looking for guard-related
websites.
When people ask about bruises you didn't even notice you had
When you look for guards in commercials and movies (in Never
Been Kissed, they show a guard. When her car is in the football field!)
When you insist that your crutches will not affect your marching
ability, and what do you mean I can't spin with broken arms?!
When you catch yourself switching feet to get back on-step
with the background music in the mall
When you can never be fashionably late, cause you show up for
everything at least 15 minutes early
When vending machine food becomes gourmet.
When you choose a college based on the guard programs nearby
When you use guard tape to fix everything
When five more minutes, Dad, turns into a midnight practice
When you have seen the same WGI or DCI tape a thousand times
and still enjoy it
When you love the black stain from new gloves
You take over guys bathroom when the girls bathroom is full
When you love the black stain from new gloves
You ride around in a school bus more than in your car
You say the pledge of allegiance to YOUR flag
While your non-guard friend sleep with teddy bears and other
various stuffed animals, you sleep with your flag, rifle, and/or saber (and
see nothing unhealthy about it, thank you)