Herd Football Traditions
Marshall football is rich in traditions. Some Marshall football traditions include:
- Marco the Buffalo - The school mascot, actually an American Bison, that always sports a Marshall jersey. He had a female companion in 1970s, Marsha, and a green-furred "son" named Buffy, who appeared in 1979-80. MARshall COllege is where name came from, kept when College became University in 1961.
- Marching Thunder - The Marshall University Marching Band known as the "Marching Thunder"
- "Sons of Marshall" - Marshall's fight song.
- "We Are…Marshall" Chant - Marshall's cheer, and title of movie in 2006 about plane crash and rebirth of program.
- Thunder Clap - Marshall fans clap their hands over their heads in unison following some Marshall scores. One clap per point scored in the game for the Herd.
- Marshall Cheerleaders - One cheerleading tradition occurs after every Marshall touchdown. A male cheerleader presses a female cheerleader over his head once for each point scored in the game by Marshall(as the fans do the Thunder Clap).
- Marshall Maniacs - The student cheering section at most Marshall football games.
- Thunder Walk - Marshall players and coaches make their way to the locker room through a small gathering of Thundering Herd fans prior to every home game.
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