My Passion

It's what makes us want to die and it's what we live for.
It's soft, flowing beauty and sharp, military percision.
It's innumerable hours of practice and a five minute performance.
It's what keeps us in shape and its what gives us every chronic injury known to man.
It's buckets worth of sweat and tears and a lifetime's worth of laughter and satisfaction.
It's pushing our team to be the best and pushing ourselves to be even better.
It's bruises on places we didn't know we had that turn colors we didn't know existed. Its a connection with our equipment, with the crowd, with our bodies, and with each other.
It's that indescribeable euphoria, that incredible sense of achievement, that can only be felt when the last note of music plays and the crowd begins to cheer.
It's everything.
It's our chosen way of life.
It's the air we breath.
It's an obsession.
It's passion.
It's life.
It's who we are.
We are loud.
We are determined.
We are athletes.
We are artists.
We are passionate.
We are different.
We are obsessed.
We are family.
We are preformers.
The only way to truely describe it is to say; WE ARE COLORGUARD.
Don't even try to understand.
You can't.
We can't even really explain it.