Your Story
"Your dog ate it?" Yeah right...
No, really, it actually does happen.
This section of the website is dedicated to you. Yours to tell everyone about where you were, what you were doing, how high the mountain was, how big was the "one that got away?" and how much time was left on the clock when? Your favorite hat, favorite sweatshirt and your most superstitious tee. All of them have a great story behind them.
Tell us your story. Sure you could have hit more home runs than Roger Maris, played football at Notre Dame or out scored Wayne Gretzky...we believe you*.
*We don't necessarily believe you... :)
Greetings from Camp Liberty, Baghdad, Iraq
Does anyone know the score to the Providence College game??
Pictured Left: Mike C. 1LT 1-103d Field Artillery Unit, Rhode Island National Guard, Right is CPT. Mike H. 3-320th Field Artillery Battalion of the 101st Airborne Division.
No matter where my military service takes me I always have my favorite hat with me. Pictured wearing my camo Providence College Franchise hat. Mike and I both graduated from PC in 2004. Most of the guys here cling to sports as a way to stay connected with home and it gives us a necessary break from the rigors of our daily responsibility.
Colin and Mario
My hat is my trusty companion, that was until eight months ago when I got a puppy...Mario.
I've had this hat for over two years, it is perfect. The fit is perfect and It has a sweet fade to the fabric. I wear this hat everywhere from work to bars on the weekend. I remember the day I bought it at the Red Sox Team Store outside of Fenway Park...
Since then it has become part of my identity. My boss makes me take it off at work and my mother has purchased me two brand new hats just like it... I've never worn them.
Enter Mario my cute little pit bull puppy, at first I let him play with the hat and nip at the visor but as he grew he began to cause harm to my beloved lid. I took it away from him and was careful to leave it high enough out of his reach...or so I thought. Somehow he managed to get the hat down from a bookshelf and before I knew it he had gnawed off half of the brim!!! Aaaaaaaargh! It didn't matter, this was my hat and I still wear it to this day.
I hope I never have to choose between my favorite hat and Mario!
Steve's Marathon
What started off as a joke during a 3 mile run with my buddy Mike turned into a dare and then reality. Why would anyone want to run 26.2 miles I asked myself? My answer was immediate... because I was pretty sure I couldn't.
So it began on September 4th 1998... got to get the right shoes, clothing, cold weather gear... One thing was certain I already had my hat.
I have long been a hat freak and can still hear my mother telling me to take my hat off at the dinner table...I tried all types of hats over the years until I found the a hat from Twins called the Franchise in the early 90's. Since then I've bought well over 40 of them.
The faded blue Michigan hat would become my training partner (along with Mike) every run, 6 days a week for months and always with that same hat.
During those months we saw the seasons change, colds, injuries, changed shoe models three times, Cal Ripken's streak ended, Mark McGwire broke Roger Maris's home run record and Tuesday's with Morrie was the perfect inspiration to read while training. My hat never changed. The only alteration to it was adding a yellow ribbon in honor of our troops fighting in Kosovo.
Who would have thought nearly 10 years later I would actually be working for the company who's hats I had worn for years.
(Mission accomplished #10319 crossed the finish line).
The Dirty Cardinals Cap Club.
Last April my wonderful wife secretly arranged to have my 3 brothers fly in for my birthday and a weekend full of sports. The whole weekend we played our version of homerun derby, two on two basketball and some golf. The four of us have plenty in common and are each others best friends, but besides being Cardinals fans we all live in our Cardinals Franchise hats. As you can see from the picture some of the hats are older than others, but we have come to call ourselves the Dirty Cardinals Cap Club. The attached photo was toward the end of the weekend...
As you are looking at the picture I am on the right....