To what extent?

When does it stop being tradition and start becoming masochism? Or are the two inevitably entwined?

I refer, of course, to 18 hours of work/projects/band parties followed by 2 hours of sleep followed by another 15 hours of band related stuff.

Add a morning rugby game the next day and a band banquet and voila, instant zombie.

(Not kidding too much about the zombie part, my neck and shoulders feel like they've gone into rigor mortis from the scrums.)

Proof that USC has a God?

• No matter how grey and gloomy at 6:34am, there will be Trojan weather at kickoff.



• The sun comes out just before Conquest is played at rehearsal.



• There is always a breeze just before the pregame show.



• There is always a breeze that keeps the flags waving during the national anthem.



• Pete Carroll is on this earth.