[& clothes from a 10 year old's perspective-
Ever have that piece of clothing when you were a kid when you wore, you could do anything?
My brother's was his Yu-Gi-Oh! shoes. Put those on and he cloud fly. He learned quite quickly however that really, he couldn't from the top bunk. Still, he could conquer the world.
And mine? Mine was Dan Marino Jersey.
I wanted one so bad. One day I'm in Wal-Mart and I'm 10. I point shyly to Dan Marino Jersey, turquoise and thin with white and orange numbers. I say, "Hot't (my grandma) I want one for Christmas--I know it's $35 and expensive but--"
She cuts me off. Picks up jersey. Buys it and hands it to me.
I put that shit on right there.
I wore Dan Marino Jersey and I could move mountains. Every Monday Dan Marino Jersey would be on. Not football season? Don't care. Orange fading off? Wearing it. Big test? 13 on my back. Picked a fight to be settled the next day? Dan mother fucking Marino Jersey is bringing the pain. I was Superman and by the heavens I could wrestle a bear, win, and wear it's skin over Dan Marino Jersey like a boss.
Of course kids grow and by 8th grade, Dan Marino Jersey couldn't really fit anymore. I was still wearing it until one day my grandma came in my room and hid it. Sads abounded. Every test I got less than an A on? Dan Marino Jersey would've helped. Every band chair challenge I lost? The power of Dan Marino Jersey could've destroyed 8th notes because those were the devil.
At some point, my grandma felt my sads, sighed, and gave Dan Marino Jersey back but even I realized that it didn't fit.
So it came with me in my backpack.
No, I wasn't giving it up.
After I started dating David and his father bought me a tier 2 replica Dan Marino jersey. Sewn on numbers. Official NFL logo. Classic turquoise and orange stripes on the arms on white fabric. It was the most beautiful piece of clothing I had ever seen.
But I put it on and it was *too* perfect, *too* expensive. I coveted this jersey. I didn't want to stain it--it was white. I didn't want anything happening to this jersey. So I wore it about 6 times and hung it up in the closet. Then I went to the flea market and bought Dan Marino Jersey II.
It's thin and crappy, torn from my own practices and frayed from being washed too much but it's turquoise and it's *mine*.
But I talk about this because I got Shepard Hoodie. Why yes, the Mass Effect character, I have a hoodie that has the blood stripe and N7 logo.
And I wear that shit and I can stride countries and take a pass rush for Robert Mathis.
And apparently with it and Dan Marino Jersey II can send good vibes to a certain goofy quarterback who made my month.
All hail to Shepard Hoodie and Dan Marino Jersey II. And yes I am still 10 years old.
Good Night and Good Luck.
My brother's was his Yu-Gi-Oh! shoes. Put those on and he cloud fly. He learned quite quickly however that really, he couldn't from the top bunk. Still, he could conquer the world.
And mine? Mine was Dan Marino Jersey.
I wanted one so bad. One day I'm in Wal-Mart and I'm 10. I point shyly to Dan Marino Jersey, turquoise and thin with white and orange numbers. I say, "Hot't (my grandma) I want one for Christmas--I know it's $35 and expensive but--"
She cuts me off. Picks up jersey. Buys it and hands it to me.
I put that shit on right there.
I wore Dan Marino Jersey and I could move mountains. Every Monday Dan Marino Jersey would be on. Not football season? Don't care. Orange fading off? Wearing it. Big test? 13 on my back. Picked a fight to be settled the next day? Dan mother fucking Marino Jersey is bringing the pain. I was Superman and by the heavens I could wrestle a bear, win, and wear it's skin over Dan Marino Jersey like a boss.
Of course kids grow and by 8th grade, Dan Marino Jersey couldn't really fit anymore. I was still wearing it until one day my grandma came in my room and hid it. Sads abounded. Every test I got less than an A on? Dan Marino Jersey would've helped. Every band chair challenge I lost? The power of Dan Marino Jersey could've destroyed 8th notes because those were the devil.
At some point, my grandma felt my sads, sighed, and gave Dan Marino Jersey back but even I realized that it didn't fit.
So it came with me in my backpack.
No, I wasn't giving it up.
After I started dating David and his father bought me a tier 2 replica Dan Marino jersey. Sewn on numbers. Official NFL logo. Classic turquoise and orange stripes on the arms on white fabric. It was the most beautiful piece of clothing I had ever seen.
But I put it on and it was *too* perfect, *too* expensive. I coveted this jersey. I didn't want to stain it--it was white. I didn't want anything happening to this jersey. So I wore it about 6 times and hung it up in the closet. Then I went to the flea market and bought Dan Marino Jersey II.
It's thin and crappy, torn from my own practices and frayed from being washed too much but it's turquoise and it's *mine*.
But I talk about this because I got Shepard Hoodie. Why yes, the Mass Effect character, I have a hoodie that has the blood stripe and N7 logo.
And I wear that shit and I can stride countries and take a pass rush for Robert Mathis.
And apparently with it and Dan Marino Jersey II can send good vibes to a certain goofy quarterback who made my month.
All hail to Shepard Hoodie and Dan Marino Jersey II. And yes I am still 10 years old.
Good Night and Good Luck.