I have this thing about marching bands. I absolutely adore them - well, the good ones anyway. Anytime I hear the trill of a flute or see the slide of a brassy trombone in combination with orthopaedic marching shoes, I want to join rank and file and begin roll stepping with the best of them.
Also. More than a little part of my heart wishes I was in the Detroit Party Marching Band. They rock so hard.