The Ohio State University Marching Band

The Ohio State University Marching Band

The Ohio State University Marching Band (often called The Best Damn Band in the Land or TBDBITL) performs at Ohio State football games and other events during the fall semester. It is one of the few all-brass and percussion bands in the country, perhaps the largest of its type in the world.

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