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Yeah...the fact that the ashes of former bandsmen are sprinkled on the drill field has nothing to do with the fact we consider it an honor and privilege to walk on it

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I hate to be "that guy", but they tore up the field and re did it in 20001 or 02. There aren't ashes out there anymore.

[This message has been edited by Quad Dog (edited 7/8/2011 10:22p).]

Yes, they did tear up the field, but they kept the top soil specifically so the ashes would remain on the field (short version: they plowed up the top soil, set it aside, leveled the field, put a large portion of the top soil back, covered it with fresh top soil and brought in the sod. The ashes are still there)

I have no way to verify this, but apparently Tony Franklin (two-time All-American kicker, still holds record of two 60+ yard kicks in a game) was walking through the MSC one day with a couple of other players. Tony was known to have quite an ego. This day he was wearing his ball cap in the MSC. Supposedly, a CT approached him and respectfully asked him to remove his cap, reminding him it was a memorial. Tony ignored the request and continued walking with his buddies. Story has it the CT came back up to him and cold-cocked him and the other players walked on without him.

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There's a fine line between red ass and dumb ass...

...and you just took a flying leap into the wrong side...

I one of the individuals that caused the fence to be placed around the BQ Drill Field. During the week before school started in 1984, several pissheads from E-1 (truly dumb jocks) decided to drive their car onto the drill field. They were chased from the field. While discussing the situation out by the street the jock returned to the scene of the crime. In an effort to stop them from getting away, I stood in the road. However, they had other plans. When it became apparent they weren't going to stop, I jumped out of the road toward a grassy area. Unfortunately, they decided to swerve the same way in an effort to miss hitting a dumb BQ.

I rolled up on the hood in a manner that would have made a stunt man proud. They proceeded to flee the scene. So what started as an act of sophomoric vandalism had become a hit and run. Luckily, I only suffered a very bad bruise on my hip and a sprained knee.

This never made it into the paper because a few days prior to this happening a terrible incident occurred that resulted in the death of Bruce Goodrich. We decided to handle the situation in house rather than allowing it to result in more bad publicity for the Corps.

Went to A&M in the Fall of 1986... The Panty Raid

While at Crocker Hall, 2nd floor, we had several events to build up dorm camaraderie. One I participated in was a "panty raid" through several of the girl dorms. We wore a tie and underwear with our phone numbers written across our ass. We huddled just outside the dorm late in the afternoon and did our yell, goes something like, "Crocker Cocks! Hard As Rocks! Ass Kicking, Hell Raising AGGIES!!!!" followed by the ever popular shout out to our rival dorm, "D-G, DAMN GAYS, SUCK DICK ALL DAY!! - WHOOP!" (sorry if I offended anyone, but we meant no harm).

Anyways, we start jogging in a loose formation of about 20-30 guys, practically butt-naked, towards Fowler Dorm and one of the newer modules (can't recall the name). A group of us peel off toward one of the older dorms and run inside. Girls were screaming for their friends to come out and we were getting squirted with water, soap and lotion! We make our way through a maze of halls and find one of the study areas full of beautiful Aggie Girls wall to wall (not making this up!). We stop and our RA yells "Hump it Aggs!" We then do our dorm yell again, and let me tell you, we made fans of that dorm that day as they cheered wildly and yelled out our phone numbers, promising to call later that night. Now the best part...

We jogged slowly out and met up with the other group of guys near Fowler Beach, if you know the area, you know that the girls dorms were on three sides, kinda "U" shaped. Our grouped entered from one side to what seemed like a stadium full of women! All the girls by this time were aware of the "raid" and assembled at the balconies and began to "shower" us with panties that had phone numbers written on them!! They were screaming all kinds of obscenities as many of us were soaking wet. We hear "Hump It Aggs!!" and again, our dorm yell..

I've played HS Sports and it's closet thing that I can compare it to. We had a blast that year, we all sat together at Sibisa and made fun of everyone, including a few CTs who were unfortunately having to eat there because their mess hall was under renovation. When I have some more time I will write in about our "pizza dough" fight and a prank we pulled on DG (Davis Gary Hall).

+pablo

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Do dorms still eat together in Sbisa on Fridays before home games? Man, we used to raise hell in Sbisa on those days. Rapping our silverware on the trays to the tune of "Hullabloo Caneck Caneck", dorm yells during the meal. Very loud and very Good Bull!

Do people still whoop and yell "Pick it up!" when people drop a cup or silverware? We used to toss cups at our fricks when they were getting drinks just so everyone would yell at them.



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The Great Pizza Dough Fight - Crocker Hall, 2nd Floor

OK, so we got word one day that there was this annual pizza dough fight between 2nd floor and 3rd floor. I do not recall how the dough arived, but I do recall being very busy making "shields" out of 1/4" foam-core panels. Being one of the few school of architecture students on the floor, I was very good with an xacto blade.

Over the weekend, we were awaken by our floor rep to "prepare for battle".. I had goggles, my shield and my cup/jock on. (from HS baseball). It was a ferocious battle that saw the halls littered with dough, loads of flour and a few busted lips.

I don't know if we won, but as a former starting pitcher for CC King HS, I threw high and inside! Brought the heat down low and hit many a dorm-mate right in balls! A buddy kept feeding me strawberry sized dough balls that I let fly with all my strength!

Afterwards, we surveyed the damaged and I wish I had a picture to share, but DAMN! We pounded Crocker Hall that day and for weeks, dough was everywhere!

PS: Yes, we yelled "pick it up!" at all who dropped cups and frequently threw cups at people in line. We also yelled at rival dorms, especially Davis-Gary when they walked in.

My second year was a Walton Hall, where we had a different way of harassing people who walked by and had a nasty habit of streaking through the night. Will post separately.

Walton Hall Degenerates, Fall 1987

Where Crocker Hall was very tight, did many things together like Bonfire, Mixers, Intramural Sports, etc., Walton Hall being a ramp hall was setup in smaller numbers.

I was assigned to room with a guy from Houston, first name Chris, who turned out to be the craziest person I ever met. I know he was in a frat, Kappa something, but how he made it through his first two years of A&M is beyond me. He drank regularly, watched porn on MY VCR and played MY trumpet naked in the hall way late in the evening.

One day, he comes in (dressed, thank God) and tells us to get all the toilet paper rolls we can find. We steal as many as possible from the various bathrooms (most people then left their doors open). We all piss into an empty trash can, thrown in some alcohol, water, coke (whatever liquids we can find) and then Chris pulls out a tire tube he stole from someone's bike. We nail the tube to the window frame, making a sling shot of sorts, and lower the sash.... BOMBS AWAY!!

We fire wad after soaking wad of toilet paper at the nearest dorm (Schumacher Hall). You would be surprised at how far a TP can fly with this contraption. Once the other guys started coming out of their rooms, we ran to the upper floors to reload and fire off a few more rounds.

This set off a tit-for-tat between Schumacher Hall and Walton for a few weeks. We played them in flag football one day and I swear they peed in the mud. Chris was notorious for "pennying" doors shut in nearby halls and he had a huge stash of fireworks we regularly lit and tossed into people's hallways.

I lost track of Chris after the Fall, as I think he was put on suspension. If he was this wild in our Dorm, he must have been a legend in his frat. I got him back one day for taking my trumpet and playing "taps" naked outside. A group of girls were approaching and as he ran back to come inside, I locked the door. I heard a bunch of giggling and then, "Hi.. Uhh, I locked myself out."