http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jJhOrzmgE4s

This is my whistle. There are many like is but this one is mine. It is my life. I must master it I as must master my life. Without me, my whistle is useless. Without it, I am useless. I must blow my whistle true. I must blow straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must blow him before he blows me. My whistle and I know what counts in band is not the notes that you play, the noise of our burst, or the smoke we make. We know that it is the sound that counts. We will blow true.

My whistle is human, even as I am human because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its parts its accessories, its rope, its chamber. I will keep my whistle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other.

Before God I swear this creed. My whistle and I are the defenders of my local team and/or sports club. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of life. So be it, until victory is MSU's and there are no more Grizzlies.

Everyone has to agree that this is fularious smile