The Platoon - The Birth of "The Chant"
"Because some of you stupid fucks aren't going to be here much longer." Paul
Note the Sgt. stripes on the Commish. This photo is the actual birth of "The Chant". After about 300 iterations Paul was finally happy. 20 minutes later we all had to learn it and off we go to impose our will. For those that weren't there this was 4:00am.
First stop Condo G. The group belted out at least 9 versions with Mr. Baxter finishing with, "Let's do it again." We made every attempt to rouse Mr. Mersman but he barricaded the door of his room and would not relent. "I'm not chanting!".
Undeterred, the Boy's moved on to the hotel to find Wich and Mr. Armstrong. After knocking on 13 doors and chanting at each no luck. Those fuckers were hiding in Mersman's room.
"The Platoon" then formed 2 columns and marched to Condo E. to find Rick and Burnsie spooning on the couch. After the initial shock, you got it we belted out the Chant at the deafening levels. Can't remember for sure if Jim and / or Scott joined us.
Time to retreat. (approximately 7:00 am)
The group dispersed to pack for the ride home. "Dougie, is breakfast ready?"
For years, "The Birth of the Chant" has been misreported as happening in 2007. We now believe it was either 2005 or 2006. We know this because Paul is not wearing his Official Champions Jacket, which he won in 2007 and never took off for 3 mos. after the event.
Over time the chant has been learned by thousands. A group of 20-30 people including the Bride and Groom nailed it at Gary's wedding. Birthday parties and Funerals. It became an attraction at the Baneberry bar with the locals joining in.
Although, the frequency of "The Chant" has faded over the years, every past and present Boy of Baneberry is still required to learn it. Except Mad dog and of course Mers - neither of them would ever join in.
Drink beer, drink beer, drink beer , god damn, drink beer.
If you can't drink beer with a Baneberry guy, you can't drink beer with any other guy.
Drink beer! god damn! Drink beer!