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From the pressbox, Game 3


After opening our show this evening with "Lakshmi", we continue by asking you to focus your attention on our majorettes, Aimee......and Brooke, as they present their distinct twirling styles while we play the 2004 hit by the Australian band Jet. Here's "Are You Gonna Be My Girl".

And with that introduction, we are well into the second halftime band performance of the season, for the Rittman Indians Marching Band, as we don't do away games. The band this year sound about the best that I've heard any Rittman band at this point of any season. I noticed that last week during the performance of the national anthem. And being only the third performance, I see even better things ahead.

The visiting school, Tuscawaras Central Catholic, did not have a band, so we had all of halftime to perform, and the Rittman Band played five tunes, which would be what is played during a band show performance. One of the tunes was "Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy" featuring a trumpet solo by senior Ray Craig, and he did a commendable job.

Game Notes The very young Rittman Fighting Indians football team, hung on for a 26-23 win over the Saints of Tusky Central Catholic. I feel especially good about that because all of the prognosticators at the Wooster Daily Record picked CC for the win. The young, upstart Indians are now 1-2.

Breakfast note- Country Breakfast went well over at South Main Street Church of God. That fundraiser is held the second Saturday of the month between September and May.

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