An odd conversation

Something really odd happened the other nite.
While I was out and about on saturday with my 6'3" date (tch tch I'm 5'2" - actually thats a lie, I'm almost 5'2"), I had a strange man tap me on the shoulder.
Actually that isn't the odd part - when you're at a club you have strange people tapping you all the time.
'Hey can you call the waiter'
'Hey u have a light?'
'Haven't we met before?'
'Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?'
'Heaven must be crying cause its missing an angel...'
Well you get the picture.
Anyways this tap was a bit odder to start with...
'Weren't you yellow house captain?'
Considering the tapper was barely 5'5", my poor 6'3" had to strain both his neck and ears to get into earshot of the conversation...
(Yes I was yellow house captain way back in school which was yonks and eons ago)
'Uh huh' I replied
'Well I was yellow house captain too' he smiled
I searched his face for a sign of recognition.
None!
'I won the marching trophy' he said beaming from ear to ear.
'Huh, what?' - Bewildered, I thought to mysef how this was starting to be the strangest conversation I had ever had with a stranger.
'When were you captain?' I continued.
'1997' he replied.
Standing in front of me was a man over 5 years my junior.
'I voted for you to be yellow house captain' he said beaming from head to toe
'Thanks' I said - still trying to work out the point of this conversation.
'You see, I was the youngest person on your marching team. And every morning at 6 am I would come and march march and march some more while you screamed Left Left Left Right Left'
His eyes started turning a bit dreamy at this point.
I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the memory yet.
'You kept instilling the need to win the marching trophy every single day. You never let us forget it. You made us work towards the singular goal of winning it...thats all there was to it. And we won it. I still remember you going up and collecting the marching shield and all of us jumping up and down'
I smiled.
'I eventually became yellow house captain. And I made sure that we won the marching trophy. And we did'
My 6'3" was getting antsy.
He barely caught a few words of the conversation and had no clue what was going on.
But there he was waiting waiting waiting.
I smiled back at the yellow house captain.
"Right before Might' I said (The belief system of yellow house)

Yellow house - you better keep that marching flag flying high.

I never even caught his name...