Joining the Pride of Minnesota marching band in 1999 was one of the best decisions I made after, of course, deciding to attend the University of Minnesota. It’s hard to count how many times I’ve played The Minnesota Rouser on saxophone or harmonized in song to the alma mater Hail! Minnesota. Or of course, the chant we’d shout out while circling the Metrodome: “Eat raw, eat ’em. Eat raw, eat ’em. Eat raw, eat up the guts, spit out the bones, march on.” [listen here]

And you thought the marching band was nice.