Practice before the bowl game (which we lost) in Birmingham, Alabama, at the end of 2008. I spent more a third of my current lifespan playing the mellophone in the marching band. Sometimes, I miss it like nothing else. Case in point: I started humming along to Hey Baby this evening, which was followed up by Sell Out, which is followed up by and followed up by and so on and so forth. There’s nothing quite like game day – it’s about the only time you really get to dirty shuffle, after all.