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.