How did it come to pass that on Saturday evening I found myself standing in the dark at the Ironto exit off Interstate 81, holding a midget flashlight opposite a character packing not one, not two, but three handguns?
As life episodes go, this one belong in the category “Strange Things.” A lot of strange things happen to me.
A common thread among them is my alma mater, the University of Maryland, which eons ago chose a fighting turtle as its mascot. Some kind of bad mojo ensues almost every time I go to a Maryland game. It’s the Curse of the Terrapins.
I first noticed this nine years ago, on Nov. 18, 2004, as I sat high in the stands of Lane Stadium on a chilly Thursday night and watched Virginia Tech annihilate the Terps, 55-6.
That night, Hokie fans around me joyously swilled Wild Turkey from airline bottles every time their team scored. I’ll never forget the distinctive clicks of those cracking open, in wave after wave during that game. They sounded like mating katydids in a dark meadow on a summer night.
A few years later at a Terps game in Charlottesville, I was almost ejected from Scott Stadium after shouting an expletive following a Maryland turnover. Though such exclamations are customary in College Park, they’re a grievous offense at the University of Virginia. Read more »