Countdown to XLIII: 2

Ok, so, as promised, here is the story of how I acquired my own The Terrible Towel.

I posted yesterday about how I’m not a huge football fan to begin with, although one thing that really did bother me was not having my own The Terrible Towel.

So in the beginning of summer 2005, I headed to Duquesne for a conference.  I got there ahead of most others, since it was a national conference, but I just had to come from Monroeville.

So as I wandered around the dorm we were staying in, waiting for my randomly assigned roommate (as it turned out, I had the only single, which was a bit unnerving, waiting all night for an unknown roommate, not having been told I didn’t have one), I decided to open all the drawers and take a look around.  Throughout my search I found nothing: until I lifted up the mattress and found a neatly folded yellow piece of fabric – my very own The Terrible Towel.

Strange, yes.  Potentially questionable, absolutely.  But hey, that’s how I got my own The Terrible Towel!

Update: ESPN has an article about The Terrible Towel, check it out here.

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