Back in about 75 or 76 (High School) we were out on the field preparing for our Friday night football game drill. At that time we had about 75 Drill Team girls marching with us. Amazingly all they had to do was put one foot in front of the other and remember the order. No horns to play, just march and that was tough for them. Well, this kid had just gotten a fresh out of the wrapper Strad. First kid at our school to have one. He was a pretty good player but he came with an attitude (no worse than the rest of us trumpet players though). As we were standing there in block formation waiting on instruction for our next series, this bonehead drill team girl decided to practice her high kicks. You guessed it! She kick the horn out of his arms which sent it flying through the air about 15 feet over two ranks only to land sharply on the corner of the bell. IT was toast! The kid had a temper anyway and we all figured the girl had it coming so we just stepped back and let him get him some of her. He was really giving her what for when the Director finally came over to stop it. When he found out what happened he sent the girl off the field (probably for her own safety) and then had a talk with the kid. It was fixed in a week and you couldn't tell it was ever dented.