I was actually in the marching band for that ill fated trip to Happy Valley. It was the only time in my career there when I felt scared for my safety.
After visiting their brand new band center we lined up to march to their version of skull session (lamely titled "Tail-Great"). Heckled and harassed the whole way there, which is fine and not out of the ordinary for an away game. After a lame excuse for a pep rally ("when I say JoePa, you say Terno!" and When I say Go, you say go!") we lined up to march in to their stadium. Unfortunately the only route we could take to get to the proper entrance of the stadium was right through the tailgating section around Beaver stadium. It was a night game and these students had probably been drinking for 2 days. Not sure whose fault it was that we had to take a path straight through the drunk tank of college students, but I can only hope it's not that way anymore.
When we would go anywhere as a unit we would march to drum cadences, which unfortunately, is a super electromagnet to drunk frat boys. We soon became nearly completely enveloped by rabid fans pushing at us, throwing things at us (batteries, blow up dolls, footballs, food,unopened beer cans, pouring beers on people, and piss bombs) and trying to steal parts of our uniforms and instruments. There were sections where we literally had to push our way through crowds that were very aggressively pushing back.
We did make it to the stadium and tried to clean ourselves up as much as possible. Since it had been sprinkling all day we were informed that JoePa didn't want both band to march and tear up his precious field. Fine. But the Blue Band got to do their traditional pregame and we had to sit in the rainy stands and play songs to a white out crowd. Awesome. This also means that we didn't get to perform our halftime show, which included a double Script Ohio. The poor i-dotters didn't get to march their scripts, but instead we stood in the final formation and they both decided to do the strut to the top of the i, even though they were told not to.
Throughout the game, since I was a sousaphone player and sat in the back of the group, we had to constantly guard our equipment and uniform because
their fans were constantly attempting to swipe things from us. Our hats, berets, slide valves from our instruments, anything they could reach they would try and swipe. It got to the point we had to request some sort of security guards to be stationed behind us.
That game didn't turn out the way we wanted to (uggghhh) and we decided to pack up and leave with about a minute left in the game so we wouldn't be fighting against the drunken elated happy valley crew.
All this to say that I harbor a special pit of hatred in my soul for anything and everything that is associated with the Penn State University. 10/8/2005...May we never forget...