Editor's note: Bryce Lapping is a senior saxophone player who will be writing a regular column on life as a Marching Tar Heel.
Welcome to my column!
I’m Bryce, and I’ll talk about the Pride of the ACC, or the Marching Tar Heels. We stay involved throughout campus like any other students, but we do put quite the amount of time into adding to our Rameses-worthy atmosphere.
This weekly column will explore life as a band kid as our Tar Heels boldly claim their first ever 28-sport national title sweep.
For the most part, we still carry ourselves like we did in high school - awkward yet loud. Just, now, we skip the fundraising and avoid crappy hotels. Don’t believe me? Check out the Millenium Hilton in New York City or some Orlando-based theme park called Walt Disney World - Free. of. charge.
So, yeah - we weren’t the coolest in high school, but who’s laughing now, Tiffany?
Anyway, members understand this weird place we walk on campus. We get a lot of neat perks normal students don’t: guaranteed admittance to all home basketball games, traveling with the teams, sweet Nike gear (but not the shoes) and a biannual banquet in the wine-and-cheesy Blue Zone – yet, we lack that cool factor our athletes seem to carry.
Yes, growing up, just like you, I dreamed of playing basketball for Coach Williams in ~argyle~ and Carolina blue. As I matured, however, I pronounced that goal dead, settling to play the saxophone and setting my sights on the front row of the UNC Pep Band.
Our upcoming year will excite even the most removed Tar Heel fans. From honoring our national champion Tar Heels to once-in-a-lifetime-rumored shenanigans when a supposedly feisty band of Irish come to town, halftime in Kenan Stadium ought to fire up those of you not headed for the concourse.
Well, still go to the IP3 or Merritt’s concession stands – don’t get me wrong. Just, maybe, wait for us not-so-nearly-athletic kids in uniform to leave the field.