Both embody the anticipation of a big game. The combination is even better. Walking from the locker room to the field, all strapped up, surrounded by the click clack, with the drumline in the distance is amazing. (Wow, talk about Uncle Rico.)
I live a few blocks from the local high school. Each year some time in mid-August I’ll be out in the yard playing with the kids or doing yard work as the sun goes down and all of a sudden the sounds of cicadas and laughing kids will be replaced by the beat of the drumline coming from the school. Hearing it for the first time each summer signals that football season is right around the corner.