Thread: Bears waive safety Venable

I remember back in 2000, I was accepted into the University of Tennessee School of Music as one of seven trombonists selected and one of 100 total students accepted. Since I was going to be a music education major, I was required to take three years of marching band, so I was automatically going to be on the roster to march and play in the "Pride of the Southland" Marching Band.

Not long into band camp, I figured out that my feet, which are flat and have absolutely no arch and also have extra bones in them, prevented me from being able to marching at the extreme tempos that were required to do Pregame and the halftime shows. I was never allowed to do Pregame because of my inability to maintain my balance, which was something that, since the 7th grade, I had dreamt of doing, and I was placed as an alternate for all of the halftime shows. When the final roster cuts were made, I was placed as the 32nd AND LAST alternate in the entire band. It was humiliating, demoralizing, and I remember that as the first time in my life that I would begin suffering from clinical depression. I withdrew from UT on the third day of classes in August of 2000 and enrolled at a local community college. I wouldn't re-enroll again for seven years.

Now, I am preparing to graduate from college after being in school off-and-on for the past eleven years. My graduation is next Friday at Thompson-Boling Arena. My degree will be in History, with a minor in Political Science. Winston Venable, like me, will find what his true calling in life is, whether it is as a football player or as someone out in the workforce. He has nothing to be ashamed of. It's just the way the breaks go sometimes.

Originally Posted by Dagan81

I remember back in 2000, I was accepted into the University of Tennessee School of Music as one of seven trombonists selected and one of 100 total students accepted. Since I was going to be a music education major, I was required to take three years of marching band, so I was automatically going to be on the roster to march and play in the "Pride of the Southland" Marching Band.

Not long into band camp, I figured out that my feet, which are flat and have absolutely no arch and also have extra bones in them, prevented me from being able to marching at the extreme tempos that were required to do Pregame and the halftime shows. I was never allowed to do Pregame because of my inability to maintain my balance, which was something that, since the 7th grade, I had dreamt of doing, and I was placed as an alternate for all of the halftime shows. When the final roster cuts were made, I was placed as the 32nd AND LAST alternate in the entire band. It was humiliating, demoralizing, and I remember that as the first time in my life that I would begin suffering from clinical depression. I withdrew from UT on the third day of classes in August of 2000 and enrolled at a local community college. I wouldn't re-enroll again for seven years.

Oh noooooooooo! Not another story from "Band Camp". Dags, it's a good thing you don't play the flute. After those masturbation posts I'd hate to see what you'd be telling us about what you did with the flute.

Dags = Alyson Hannigan only in a different orifice.

Originally Posted by soulman

Oh noooooooooo! Not another story from "Band Camp". Dags, it's a good thing you don't play the flute. After those masturbation posts I'd hate to see what you'd be telling us about what you did with the flute.

Dags = Alyson Hannigan only in a different orifice.

Oh, it gets much worse than playing the flute. I was a trombonist; therefore, I was a "boner." I played with my slide.

Originally Posted by Dagan81

Oh, it gets much worse than playing the flute. I was a trombonist; therefore, I was a "boner." I played with my slide.

So is what you're telling us that a "bone" up the arse is worse than a flute in her zone of persuasion?

You know the thing that convinces us we should spend Un-Godly amounts of money on a highly evolved lump of coal in a platinum setting. Oh, and when I think about all the guitars I could have bought with that money it makes me cry.

Originally Posted by soulman

So is what you're telling us that a "bone" up the arse is worse than a flute in her zone of persuasion?

You know the thing that convinces us we should spend Un-Godly amounts of money on a highly evolved lump of coal in a platinum setting. Oh, and when I think about all the guitars I could have bought with that money it makes me cry.

I would fuck Alysson Hannigan, no question about it. She has this nerdy quality about her that just appeals to me. I can think of a few things that I could do to her with either her flute or my trombone that would make her scream like a piggie.