Early in my pastoral career a friend and I went to a conference at Princeton Seminary. We took some time to go into the bookstore on campus. We found some Princeton Alumni shirts on the clearance racks and we naturally bought them. We went back to the conference and showed off our new purchase to everyone we saw – including one of the speakers. We delighted that the shirts only cost us $10. After relating the cost to her, the speaker looked back at us and said, “That is great, but I paid a little more for my shirt.” Roasted.
I wore the hell out of that shirt. I finally retired it a few years ago when the collar wore away and there were holes all through it.
I now have my second alumni shirt from an Ivy League school.
I now have my second alumni shirt from an Ivy League school. I figure I earned this one. I gave more than the $20 I paid for the shirt in the bookstore. I gave a bunch of my brain and UPenn ended up with a ton of money for my treatment. I deserve the shirt. I am going to pull a Nathan or Gabe and wear it all week long.