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UConn WBB spends day at West Point

I suspect this trip had something to do with Geno’s close friendship with General Martin Dempsey, the former head of the Joint Chiefs and a graduate of West Point.
 
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Same here. I am guessing some technical difficulties.
 
Strange thread. All Cat's messages are blank on my screen, except the first one contains a single " mark.

The posts contain tweets and are now blank for me as well.
 
Same here. I am guessing some technical difficulties.
Same here. I cannot see any items in any threads that contain any videos or uploads. Hard to follow a song thread without songs! :rolleyes:

Edit: Seems to have been fixed now .Thanks to the gods (a.k.a. mods) of the Boneyard
 
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No preseason games against Army in the near future. Not against another D1 team. Maybe an OOC game in the near future though.
Army has a decent women’s team that is generally competitive vs mid-major opponents. But in their one game vs an upper tier D1 team last season (Marquette), they lost by 30. I don’t think Geno would want to be part of a game where his Huskies blew out an institution he has great respect for by 50+ pts.
 
This field trip was a timely and relevant eye opener for our team, none of whom has been out on their own, or have had the experience of having a “real” job and real adult responsibilities..............yet. :confused:

They were exposed to some of the more rigorous and challenging responsibilities and expectations others their age have, as they have chosen to serve our country in the United States armed forces.

At West Point, they're playing a whole different ball game. :cool:
 
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Challenges and responsibilities those cadets can’t walk away from (transfer) if they decide they no longer like their environment or their status on the team. At West Point, they're playing a whole different ball game. :cool:


Students at Service Academies can walk away (transfer) during their first two years with no penalties whatsoever, and many do. It is only once the third year begins that there is really a commitment.
 
Students at Service Academies can walk away (transfer) during their first two years with no penalties whatsoever, and many do. It is only once the third year begins that there is really a commitment.

Thanks, corrections made. I was drawing from my own personal experience in the service in the late 60's during the Viet Nam war era which included the draft. That was over 50 years ago. Times have changed. I was in an environment that you could not walk away from. Once you stepped forward and took the oath, you were in..................all the way for the entire duration of your commitment. There was no quitting, giving up or walking away (going over the wall). :oops:
 
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In the early 60's (62-5), i was a member of the West Point Band, along with a group of the finest young wind players in the country (not me), who later populated virtually all the major orchestras in the country from !at clarinet in Chicago, to !st trumpet in LA, also the MET, Atlanta, Pittsburgh, New Orleans, Philly et al.

Hard to believe that a misfit like me survived in such a place, but I hung on (barely) to the bitter end of my enlistment and left a far more competent individual than I entered.

And, the Point initiated my passion for skiing which survives into my 8Oth year.

I imagine it hasn't changed all that much; never does.

Playing the numerous funerals during the early-stages of the Vietnam war was especially depressing.

And the commander, a Lt Colonel was idiot. We had a running hate relationship but he did (amazingly) allow me to finish up, so I shouldn't complain.

A great pal to this day; later became principal Bassoon at LA, was shipped out to the front lines of Korea (for playing wrong notes on a parade on purpose), which people did but you were supposed to deny when called on the carpet... He didn't...I never did; had a hard enough problem playing the right ones.

When his slo-plane to China arrived in Tokyo, he was immediately sent back home to a compromise slot at the Governor's Island Band as our (unbeloved) Colonel had been threatened by a committee of principal winds from New York, Chicago and various conservatories (Juilliard and Eastman) that if a hair on Alan's scalped was mussed, the Band would never get a prominent recruit again. The army backed down and fast.
 
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In the early 60's (62-5), i was a member of the West Point Band, along with a group of the finest young wind players in the country (not me), who later populated virtually all the major orchestras in the country from !at clarinet in Chicago, to !st trumpet in LA, also the MET, Atlanta, Pittsburgh, New Orleans, Philly et al.

Hard to believe that a misfit like me survived in such a place, but I hung on (barely) to the bitter end of my enlistment and left a far more competent individual than I entered.

And, the Point initiated my passion for skiing which survives into my 8Oth year.

I imagine it hasn't changed all that much; never does.

Playing the numerous funerals during the early-stages of the Vietnam war was especially depressing.

And the commander, a Lt Colonel was idiot. We had a running hate relationship but he did (amazingly) allow me to finish up, so I shouldn't complain.

A great pal to this day; later became principal Bassoon at LA, was shipped out to the front lines of Korea (for playing wrong notes on a parade on purpose), which people did but you were supposed to deny when called on the carpet... He didn't...I never did; had a hard enough problem playing the right ones.

When his slo-plane to China arrived in Tokyo, he was immediately sent back home to a compromise slot at the Governor's Island Band as our (unbeloved) Colonel had been threatened by a committee of principal winds from New York, Chicago and various conservatories (Juilliard and Eastman) that if a hair on Alan's scalped was mussed, the Band would never get a prominent recruit again. The army backed down and fast.
The Army does not back down! What you describe is a Colonel (singular)
changing his mind. A Colonel (singular) does not make an Army.
You describe the LTC as the idiot for call your buddy on the carpet for playing the wrong notes "on purpose"? What do you call your buddy?
 
The Army does not back down! What you describe is a Colonel (singular)
changing his mind. A Colonel (singular) does not make an Army.
You describe the LTC as the idiot for call your buddy on the carpet for playing the wrong notes "on purpose"? What do you call your buddy?

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Actually Coco, I didn't call him an idiot for punishing Allan...just said in general.

In Allan's case, he was provoked and misrepresented to (long story, which I'm not going to tell here)
but surely he deserved to be punished. It was just that the punishment was far greater than the crime.
The standard being a week in KP and a 6-month demotion.

You're also not correct about the manner in which the process unfolded. Once his orders were cut and approved by the hill, he was out the door in 24 hours with MP supervision...I think the well-known (infamous) General Westmorland was still in charge

There was no way our CO could have been anything but a messenger boy, perhaps pleading (with his supervisors) for leniency and compromise as a way to save all three "special" bands which had been threatened by this committee of powerful civilians.

The presidents of Juilliard, Eastman and Curtis and all the wind and brass principals of the NY Phil and Boston Symphony signed a statement threatening that they would never allow their students to be so treated...Meaning no future special band enlistments for their superstar pupils. Prior to that, these bands were a sort of minor leagues for the major orchestras, allowing the best students to have ample time to practice and continue to take lessons (the army paid), and get a little maturity while preparing auditions, at the same time serving their country for 3 years (enlistment required an extra year). In return, the military guaranteed you wouldn't get shot at, gave you non-commissioned rank and allowed you to come and go as you pleased so long as you showed up for all formations.

It was a reasonable, if lengthy arrangement; amazing what people will do to avoid the front lines (see Heller er al). Actually I'm researching a book about a young musician trying to avoid being sent to Korea and his letters sound exactly like Youssarian. perhaps they all do.

In my case, upon arrival at the Point, i immediately came to the conclusion that my clarinet skills would not take me far, especially after hearing a young hick from West Virginia, who became the leading practitioner of orchestral performance on that instrument from his perch in Chicago, I eshewed the ritual all-afternoon practicing, rather majored in recreational activities (wonderful facilities at West Point), skiing in the winter, tennis in the shoulder seasons and sailing in the summer.

But surely (in Alan's case) the army's decision (and it was quick), to compromise with our country's musical establishment and before a national scandal ensued was concluded at a reasonably high level. Much, much higher than a light Col.

Alan was turned around in Tokyo, detailed to the Governor's Island Band, where he was greeted by the CO with the query..."Who(m) did you kill?" He thrived there, served honorably; of course his musical accomplishments were on a much higher level than his peers and he eventually was promoted to Sgt-Major of the band, a great irony considering his checkered past at "the Point." No short-timer at West Point got anywhere close to being a Sgt-Major.

At the conclusion of his enlistment, he auditioned and was appointed principal bassoon of the LA Phil, for which he spent his career, eventually continuing to cause mayhem on becoming the union chair and in his spare time he wrote wonderful, humorous stories of the world as seen from the prospective of the bassoon. He retired with his wife to the Mountains of Wyoming, where a nice Jewish boy from Longa Island, hunts and fishes for Salmon in gushing rivers. is there no end to irony?

Just setting the record straight.
 
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BTW: The coach of the Army women's team is Dave Magarity. His daughter [Maureen] is the head coach of the New Hampshire five....her husband Brendan Cope is an assistant....Brendan was a fine player at Windsor Locks High and then at Marist. I believe he was originally a walk-on there but wound up being appointed captain....impressive!
 
BTW: The coach of the Army women's team is Dave Magarity. His daughter [Maureen] is the head coach of the New Hampshire five....her husband Brendan Cope is an assistant....Brendan was a fine player at Windsor Locks High and then at Marist. I believe he was originally a walk-on there but wound up being appointed captain....impressive!
Know that entire family very well & love them all.
 
BTW: The coach of the Army women's team is Dave Magarity. His daughter [Maureen] is the head coach of the New Hampshire five....her husband Brendan Cope is an assistant....Brendan was a fine player at Windsor Locks High and then at Marist. I believe he was originally a walk-on there but wound up being appointed captain....impressive!


Copes rarely played, even as a senior, averaging 0.2 ppg both his junior and senior year - which makes him being appointed a captain even more impressive. His coach at Marist was the same Dave Magarity, who was fired one year after Copes graduated.
 
In the early 60's (62-5), i was a member of the West Point Band, along with a group of the finest young wind players in the country (not me), who later populated virtually all the major orchestras in the country from !at clarinet in Chicago, to !st trumpet in LA, also the MET, Atlanta, Pittsburgh, New Orleans, Philly et al.

Hard to believe that a misfit like me survived in such a place, but I hung on (barely) to the bitter end of my enlistment and left a far more competent individual than I entered.

And, the Point initiated my passion for skiing which survives into my 8Oth year.

I imagine it hasn't changed all that much; never does.

Playing the numerous funerals during the early-stages of the Vietnam war was especially depressing.

And the commander, a Lt Colonel was idiot. We had a running hate relationship but he did (amazingly) allow me to finish up, so I shouldn't complain.

A great pal to this day; later became principal Bassoon at LA, was shipped out to the front lines of Korea (for playing wrong notes on a parade on purpose), which people did but you were supposed to deny when called on the carpet... He didn't...I never did; had a hard enough problem playing the right ones.

When his slo-plane to China arrived in Tokyo, he was immediately sent back home to a compromise slot at the Governor's Island Band as our (unbeloved) Colonel had been threatened by a committee of principal winds from New York, Chicago and various conservatories (Juilliard and Eastman) that if a hair on Alan's scalped was mussed, the Band would never get a prominent recruit again. The army backed down and fast.

Made a weekly trip to West Point starting in 1965 to take private lessons on trumpet. Saw many a concert there. Absolute;y a beautiful place with so much history.

But the journey didn't end there. In the early 90's, as a Boy Scout leader in Danbury, CT, we would get tickets for Scout Day at Michie Stadium. Our troop teasurer was a graduate of the Point. First year we went we saw the cadets on parade. The band leads the parade. The announcer announced the band being led by the Sargent Major, aka drum major. It was my fraternity big brother from college! I did get to meet him that day and we met for the next few years as the troop and pack continued to go.

It is a small world out there.
 
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