Last Friday, I attended the fourth annual Deal of the Year awards dinner. It was a black tie dinner celebrating businesses that came to Ann Arbor, or launched substantial new developments in town. MyBuys was nominated in the Technology category. We didn’t win, but it was an honor to be nominated, and an honor to be able to attend.
At our dinner table was another nominee, in the Non-Profit category. One of their attendees was also from Pittsburgh. I tried to out-Steelers him with my story about how I went to the Super Bowl, but he went to the game too!
I had no choice but to go to my Myron Cope Autographed Terrible Towel story.
I have a Terrible Towel autographed by Myron Cope. Cope was the radio voice of the Steelers when I was a kid. We’d watch the games on TV with the sound down, and the radio on. He was pure Pittsburgh. Listen here for a few Copeisms.
Cope was also the inventor of the Terrible Towel.
The Lions moved onto their new stadium, Ford Field, in 2002. The very first game in Ford Field was a preseason game against the Steelers. A friend offered me a ticket-I jumped at it. Before I left that morning, I casually mentioned to my sister that I should try to get Myron Cope’s autograph on my Terrible Towel. She thought it was a good idea.
I grabbed my Terrible Towel, and off I went. I explained my plan to my friend. He had a beer, so he wasn’t’ overly concerned with me. First I talked to a security guard. This was a brand-new stadium, just opened after September 11. The guard explained that security was tight, and there was no way I would get up to the radio booth. He should have been right.
I had a Lions jersey and a Steelers hat. And short pants. I was pretty clearly not part of the stadium’s architectural crew. Yet, just before halftime, I walked onto the elevator with them. We all got off, I smiled at the security guard on the press level, and proceeded down to the visitors’ team radio booth.
Cope wasn’t there, so I waited outside. Just in time for the second half kickoff, Cope returned. He was under a full head of steam, so I let him go. I went back to my seat, figuring I’d come back up again at the end of the game. I told my friend Russ. He shrugged and had another beer.
Towards the end of the game, I headed back up. Again, no problems with security. Cope was not in the booth again. This time, he left early to get down to the locker room for his post-game show. Well, after all this, I wasn’t going to give up.
I dragged Russ with me. We weren’t even sure where the locker rooms were, but we got onto another elevator with one of the radio guys and followed him. I could see Cope from outside the locker room, and talked the security guy into letting me in once the radio broadcast was over.
Cope was not happy. He told me I shouldn’t bother him in there. I went back out and waited. He came out with a rolling bag full of stuff, and offered his autograph if I helped him wheel the bag up the ramp from the locker room to his bus.
I did. I offered him a pen. He grumbled something to the effect of, “you can’t autograph a Terrible Towel with a pen”. Then he grabbed a Sharpie from the bag I was wheeling, and signed my Terrible Towel. I thanked him, put his luggage on the bus, shook his hand, and went back to the locker room.
Russ was still waiting there. Rather than just walk out, we decided to go on more of a tour. We ended up walking out on the playing field. It’s made up of ground-up tires. All those exploding Firestones they put on the Ford Explorers, no doubt. It felt like walking on a yard that had ground moles.
Finally, after walking all around on the media level and going in to the locker room, someone noticed that we were not where we were supposed to be. We got a security escort off the field. We headed out of the stadium past the locker room the same way I went with Cope. There he was, leaning against the building smoking a cigarette.
He waved to me as we walked by. Double Yoi!.
John.