When I sit and watch football all day I hear the exact same band songs. It’s extremely annoying
Personal hell story: back when FSU plays VT for the ACCC in Charlotte (2010, I believe) I had an FSU buddy call me and ask if I wanted to go with him. Sweetwater sponsored a bus from Atlanta to Charlotte. Bus leaves at 7am from Atlanta. Beer provided. On the bus, they decide, at 7am, to blast FSU marching Chiefs (or whatever they call them) through the crummy bus speakers for about the first two hours of the trip. Apparently, FSU fans think their band is the greatest marching band on the planet so you have to listen to them AND ENJOY IT at full volume through tiny bus speakers right above your head. I regretted not having my earbuds the very moment the band music started when we hit I85.
We got a brief intermission from the band music, but the beer kept flowing. Let me tell you about beer and a charter bus. See, there is a tiny bathroom on a bus. It makes the bathroom on an airplane look like a bathroom at the Four Seasons. This tiny bathroom now has 50 or so people heading in to now take their pisses and a few dumps so it is rank...like going into a piss and öööö sprayed tiny closet. The smell of beer and urine is wafting through the bus. Being a GT fan. I just want to get to Charlotte. I hate this. I pray for FSU to lose so I don't have to ride a 6 hour celebration bus home.
God answered my prayer. VT beats FSU. Good. Back to the bus. However, unlike many of the dumbass beered up FSU fans that got off the bus, I actually took stock of where the bus was parked. Most of those dumbasses we had to wait on as they wandered aimlessly post game like typical FSU retarts attempting to find their ride home.
Finally, about 2 hours post game, the bus is loaded and departs. God blesses me with a subdued FSU fanbase. It is whisper quiet on our urine smelling, crap shuttle to Atlanta.
We arrive in Atlanta around 9am, about 28 hours after I first got up to go meet my FSU buddy. I say my goodbyes, silently vow to never, ever, ever, ever take a charter bus like this again. Head home. Shower the stink off of myself. Collapse and pass out until the next morning.
Never take the charter. I had considered calling a car rental place when we arrived in Charlotte and just seeing if it was close enough to the stadium to rent the car, leave it parked at the rental place during the game, beeline for it after the game to go home.
I hate band music unless it is one of the historically black university bands or if it is UWTW&G or RAMBLIN' WRECK