Go Ask Daddy about saxophone glory, the cost to watch and celestial endings


So, this one time, in marching band …

GAD GRAPHICWe got to play at halftime of a Colorado State football game in Ft. Collins. It was Band Day, and they played the University of New Mexico. I played baritone sax. I was first chair, I might add. The cheerleaders came with us.

Stick with me … this will tie together eventually.

Her name was Kaylie. (It was actually Shawna, but I don’t want to use her real name.) She was dreamy. Silky, curly brown hair, hazel eyes, braces. Sigh. The universe had a little fun that day and put Shawna – I mean, Kaylie – next to me on the bus.

This day, all the jokes landed.

I charmed. I entertained. Kaylie laughed. The kind where a girl tosses her head back and hits me on the arm. I’m not sure how, but her hand – that soft, pretty, cheerleader hand – well, it wound up in mine on that ride. Me. The baritone sax player. (First chair.)

One for all the sax players

Her head – did I mention her hair? – rested on my shoulder.

It was a moment that all saxophone players could appreciate. Charlie Parker, John Coltrane, Zoot, from the Muppets – they raised their horns toward the west that day. We got off the bus – hand in hand – and I swear, music played, and not the band kind, either.

We had time before warming up, so Shawna – Kylie – and I, took a lap at venerable Hughes Stadium. I’m not sure my feet touched the ground, though. It was really a dream, until … I stopped, at a spot in the tunnel where no one else was, where we were alone.

I gently turned her hand in mine, somehow moving her toward me, smoother than anything I’d ever done, and I could see in her eyes she really, really, dug it, it was smoother than Kirk Cameron and Matthew Broderick combined if you must know …

And right at that moment, Kirk or Matthew or Hell, even Patrick Dempsey (when he was a dork, in Can’t Buy Me Love) would have kissed this goddess right then and there and meant it.

Not me, though. See, I froze. Totally. The saxophones from heaven turned into the wah-wah trombone, and the loser music from Price is Right. I didn’t realize at that moment that my choke on the kiss would cost me dearly. Like, the Chicago Cubs in the 2003 NLCS.

We played that day, and I, unassumingly, played my heart out.

The aftermath

I took my spot next to mi amor on the ride back and took her hand in mine. It felt … it felt like a tortilla, and not in a good way. She didn’t hold back. And yet, I held on for most of the ride until we got home to Greeley, in the dead of night.

She left the bus and didn’t turn around. Ever.

We never talked about it. Years ago, I found a photo of her taken that day, kicking her leg up on my lap with an open-mouth goofy smile, the kind that a girl comfortable in her own skin would make without a pause.

For a moment, she was really, really happy. But it was like it never really happened.

So, yeah, girls, I was in the marching band …

1. Were you in the marching band?

It wasn’t all lost love, though.

I loved being in marching band. At Greeley West, the band was better than the football team. We practiced – oh, what the hell? We trained – in the neighborhoods around the school, and people stepped out of their houses to watch us.

Friday Night Lights, my ass.

We were so precise. The stripes on the side of our pants snapped in unison, even as we took the spoke maneuver into and out of corners. We couldn’t be stopped. We dominated also on the field, taking formation as we belted out Toccata in Fugue in D Minor.

Are you kidding me? Most bands couldn’t play that shit sitting on their arses. Damn.

We played in Estes Park for Christmas, instruments freezing between songs. We played in the heat of July 4 in Greeley, and at Mile High Stadium, the place John Elway and Haven Moses made magic, and also Harry Sydney, if you count the USFL Denver Gold.

So yeah, I played in marching band. Damn, right I did. And songs and competitions – and girls – well, they come and go, when you’re in the business. Music is bigger than all of it.

2. If strawberries are supposed to be good for you, why do they have sugar in them?

photo credit: Fraises via photopin (license)

Nature’s fickle as a pretty brace-faced cheerleader sometimes, my loves.

You’d assume a bowl of strawberries to be a healthier option a shrimp and mushroom quesadilla. Not so fast. Strawberries are high in fiber (important for guys older than me), but they also have a lot of sugar. Different from Oreo sugar, but still, sugar.

See, fruit has fructose, which sometimes can be more dastardly than glucose, which is the sugar in Oreos and Butterfingers. The American Heart Association recommends I have no more than 36 grams of sugar daily. It seems only fair to split that evenly between strawberries and ginger snaps.

3. How much does it cost to see an Olympic soccer game?

soccer jersey
photo credit: 1950’s USA Throwback via photopin (license)

More than an extra-large pizza with the works, but less than your team fees.

Tickets ranged from $20 to $1,400 for the 2016 Olympics in Rio. Most came in just less than $21. That’s affordable, even by my book. Even though the Pontiac couldn’t make the trip to Rio, and I’m not sure what the Airbnb situation is down there.

Timeout for a second. You have to see this video. I found it doing research for this.

Christine Brackel, a writer for the Quicken Loans site, went to the games and priced stuff out. She said a ticket to the Gold Medal game ranged from $37-$155. Going by my rule of not paying more than my age for a ticket … I’d say we could have gotten in, girls.

4. What are the cats with all the colors?


our cats
Our own tabbies. Or are the calicos? Or tabicalitosis?


The coolest cats (besides me in marching band) are strays with a mixture of everything. A gray foot and three white ones, a tan patch on the eye, a black-and-white pattern on the side that looks like Robert Di Nero (In Bang the Drum Slowly, not Dirty Grandpa.)

You got your basic bicolor, which is usually something and white. Like, 50/50. Inside that, you have your mitts (cats with white paws – aw), bibs (like our Bibster, appropriately), and locket (small patch of white hair on the chest.)

It gets cat-astrophically complex after that (and I can just see Pat’s comments now.)

We’re talking Harlequins, with splotchy colors, but mostly white.

There’s the standard dilutes, a color and a faded version of that color. Think Garfield. A van is white with small spots of color between the ears and on the tail. Like paint splatted on it. 

Smokes are black or gray, with white roots, so, the opposite of my head.

Ticked tabbies aren’t the ones who get left outside with no milk bowl. They have strands of hair light at the root, darker toward the end. A ticked tabby will probably become the other ticked if you spend too much time to inspect her fur this way.

Tabbies ought to have a post of their own. Tiger tabbies are self-explanatory. Classic tabs have bulls-eye swirls on their sides that should never be treated as bull’s-eyes, not even with rubber bands or bits of pretzel.

Charlotte Bobcats
photo credit: Charlotte MLK Day Parade via photopin (license)

Cats with spots on their sides and bellies are spotted tabbies, naturally.

Like a white-mitt, tiger tabby with tabico tendencies, one would imagine.

Tri colors are calicos, talicos, tortoiseshells, and torbies. Calicos are black, orange, and white, although you could have a dilute calico (follow me?) When a calico and a tabby are in love, well, their babies are talicos, with orange tabby spots and lots of white.

Torties aren’t really tri-colors, because they’re just black and orange. Did you know most Torties – and calicos – are female? I wonder if they’re indecisive about tom cats who don’t kiss them right away. That’s neither here nor there …

A tabby and tortie would make a torbie, and at this point, I’m lost as hell. There’s something called points, but I’m not going to get into that. I have enough points as it is.

5. What would a star look like when it explodes?

Like a white-mitt, tiger tabby with tabico tendencies, one would imagine.

Luckily, there’s a video of what Betelgeuse’s explosion would look like from earth.

Betelgeuse, also known as Alpha Orionis, isn’t the brightest star in the constellation Orion anymore. It’s a dying red star that will someday implode upon itself, like many of us are destined.

Only most of us aren’t destined to become supernovas in the aftermath and create a spectacular celestial show.

It’s a big old aging star, like me, but 10,000 times brighter than the sun, 4,000 degrees cooler than the sun, but also 2 million times the sun’s volume. So it’s a significant chunk of star power, like Shaquille O’Neal in his prime.

And, like me, who knows? Maybe his best show is yet to come.

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  1. Ann Koplow says:

    Lots to love here, Eli.

    1. Eli Pacheco says:

      Lots of love to you, AK.

  2. Joe Owens says:

    I was fooled into believeing their would be tunnel affections, but I should have knonw you are cursed by the universe as a high schooler as I was. Too funny as told Eli. Keep it up.

    1. Eli Pacheco says:

      Snakebit we are, my brother. Glad you liked it. Thanks for stopping by!

  3. ksbeth says:

    i’m sorry about your near miss, but then you may not have ended up with the jewels in your crown, your daughters, that you have now.

    1. Eli Pacheco says:

      amen to that, beth-o-rama.

  4. I love these posts. Well done, my friend. I could talk all day about cats colours and variations. That is a post in and of itself. Stars, too. You say so much in such a relevant, natural manner. I like that!

  5. AJ Sterkel says:

    Who knew that cats were so complicated? I’ll stick to dogs. I have a black dog and a brown dog.

    1. Eli Pacheco says:

      Oh, cats make 2 +2 look like calculus. Dogs are 2 + 2. I can dig that. I wonder if it’s a smoke black dog. You know what? Dog people don’t think like that, do they?

  6. Beth says:

    I loved your marching band story – fellow band nerd here, so I get it! And I love the Muppets, so your Zoot reference pretty much made my day.

    1. Eli Pacheco says:

      Band nerds unite! I thought I was scoring one for all of us that day. The universe reminded me of who I am!

      Zoot’s the man, isn’t he? Glad someone knew who he is!

  7. mimi says:

    Points are what most people think of when they say Siamese cats. Calicos and torties are almost exclusively female for genetic reasons, rather like the fact that most colorblind people and hemopheliacs are male.

    1. Eli Pacheco says:

      That makes sense. And I had no idea about that color-blind/hemopheliacs fact, either, Meem.

  8. Ellen Pilch says:

    The band you were in sounds fantastic. Weren’t there any cute girls in that?
    I have always despised cheerleaders , probably out of jealousy , but I like to think it is because they are just big show offs.
    Great section on cats, I have several kinds that you described including a tortie and a dilute calico.
    I wonder how many grams of sugar per strawberry because over the past 3 days I have consumed way too many.

    1. Eli Pacheco says:

      We were really awesome, Ellen. The jazz band was even awesomer (and yeah, a cute tenor sax player – story for another day.)

      I wonder what can in the world has almost all of those. There has to be one.

      And the thing is in June, and June only, sugar grams don’t count in strawberries. (I just made that up.)

  9. I feel like I truly learned something today! I’m not sure what, but something. You better off without the cheerleader as it is clear she was to fast for you. When it comes to sugar, you have to count starch and anything that ends in “ose”
    Visit me @ Life & Faith in Caneyhead. 😉

    1. Eli Pacheco says:

      To learn a little something is a good thing, Barb. Even if you don’t know what it is (by osmosis?) It’s an awful lot like calculus, tracking sugars.

  10. The band story!!!! Ahhh. High school is hard. And that’s so funny. And sad. I was in the band too. I don’t have any stories quite like that one.

    1. Eli Pacheco says:

      Right, April? I hadn’t thought of her in years until the girls’ question about marching band. High school *is* hard, and then you toss in the dynamic of loving something like band that sort of seals your fate, but you can’t help but love it anyway.

      Clarinet, in the marching band? Or maybe you were a trumpet girl. Am I close? If we were in band together, I might not ever have sat down with a cheerleader. As it was, I don’t know if anyone even saw this develop.

      1. Ha! Good guess! Trumpet!
        I hated marching on the ugly outfit, but I loved hanging out with my band friends (smartest, funniest kids in school, period). And I stayed in for all the fun trips. We did Orlando, Cincinnati, and San Antonio.

  11. I was in the marching band. During marching season I was in the flag corp. I loved it and I wouldn’t trade those memories for love or money. We took awesome band trips and our band was the bomb! We won almost every competition we went to! We rocked! We had cool band uniforms, we had handsome band boys.. mm hmm! I might have kissed a few too! he he! 😉

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