Excerpt: The Triumph of Evil
A one-point penalty that resulted in a drop of two places at the DCA World Championships would decimate most drum corps. But for the Renegades, it was a blessing in disguise, and it became a defining moment of the corps. Instead of the members engaging in a witch-hunt to find the culprit ... a miracle.
One by one, members of the corps posted an admission of guilt on the Renegades' Internet forum. Within a day, pretty much every corps member had taken credit for the penalty, including a few alumni who had not even gone to DCA. A catch phrase started to appear in the Renegade’s signatures on the Internet, “It was me in 2003!”
The penalty did not divide the Renegades, it only made the corps stronger. The reaction to the penalty became one of the proudest moments of my entire drum corps career. The Renegades were more than a drum corps—they were a family.
posted by Lee Rudnicki at 9:11 PM
2 Comments:
To add to your story:
With my sprained ankle, I hung out in the pit for most of the show, jumping in at the very last minute, when my drill spot was right on the front side line.
When I found out it was a boundry penalty, my heart sank. i thought it was me. I said as much to the guard when we circled up after awards.
Someone (can't remember who now, my vision was blurred by runnign mascara from crying) "We wouldn't care, MoMeesa, we wanted you on the field with us".
That is why Renegades will always be my FAMILY.
I've been there where you were made to feel like a loser because you didn't win...you thought of an error you made and just wanted to apologize like a slimy worm to all around you.
I have never been more proud of a group than this one because of the response we had toward each other, and actually the booooooooooooo heard round the world made it all so satisfying. I would rather get the hearts of the audience than the top trophy; would love both but if I gotta choose, it will always be to capture their hearts.
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