A/N: As I add ANOTHER band story, you may ask: "Damn, this n!&&@ ain't got no life!" True, but this just came back to me. And, I'm a specialist in humor--at my expense and everyone else's. Also, I don't pull punches.

My parents weren't too pissed off. Unfortunately, I couldn't say the same thing about my band director.

It all started with a bad break at championships. My band (Nutley) ended up losing to another band (Lindenhurst) by THREE TENTHS of a point out of 100. And we were expected to take our division. AND it was one judge that knocked us out. Finally, we got a standing ovation from the audience, NOT INCLUDING our band parents. Needless to say, we were all really pissed.

The next day, I fired off a message board post to EMBA's (Eastern Marching Band Association--our old circuit*) web site asking the judge why he did that. And it was peaceful for a while. Until I made my fatal move.

I let my best friend--who, by the way, is not chaste with his tongue, to say the least--to post to the web site. "Joe's" post attacked THE WRONG JUDGE viciously. And I bragged about it in school.

The next morning, my band director (who shall remain nameless) was really pissed at me. I had no idea what happened, so I asked him to tell me about it.

He had gotten called up by the webmaster of the EMBA site because of the firestorm I'd stirred up. From what I heard, there were over 3000 hits to their message board.

It was brutal, I can tell you. Even my band director's mother got in on the act. And some of the parents were vicious. But the worst one was the head of EMBA.

The man writes like a six-year old. I actually thought that he was being impersonated, because his syntax was so horrible (Incidentally, there was an impersonator on the web site at that time, so it could have been possible). And I got viciously attacked by someone using his name.

So I had to write an apology for something I didn't do. When I told my parents, and showed them the post, they said it was well-thought out, and rational. So I didn't get put in the doghouse, fortunately.

I'm able to laugh about it now. In fact, I laughed when my directoor told me what had happened the night of the 13th, and laughed harder afterwards. Joe, on the other hand, couldn't even go into Lyndhurst (right next to us) for two weeks, because it reminded him too much of the name of the band we dissed.

*As a result of us getting jipped, and another band also getting a lower score than they deserved, many of the bands left EMBA and formed their own circuit. So I guess I got the last laugh. Also, I think it's still up on their MB. It was written November 12, and the title of it is "Robbery."