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This shirt is straight up dishonest. It’s just one shirt, but it looks like a long-sleeved thermal shirt under a T-shirt. Look at it, just masquerading like that. It ought to be ashamed.
Now, I don’t usually go for deception. But.
There’s something kind of cool about a shirt that pulls one over on you.
If I were going to design a shirt, I’d start with some nice cotton.
Oh yeah, and then I’d make sure it had a screen-printed ferocious rhinoceros charging through some bamboo thickets with little metallic gold highlights.
Things change. Bands come and go. Heck, entire styles of music come and go (thankfully, sometimes).
Led Zeppelin isn’t going anywhere. Ever.
They are the classic, and they are the rock.
Iconic band. Iconic shirt.
Yes, things change. But the song remains the same.
Late August. The air starts to cool. The days shorten. Once vibrant greens take on the brownish hues that bespeak fading youth, lost innocence, even mortality.
Who cares. Let’s talk about football.
The only thing better than the NFL is the NFL, retro-style. (Those old NFL Films shows? Steam coming off guys heads? Bloody knuckles? Guys playing with two broken legs? The soundtrack? The narrator? So awesome…) Now, we all know it’s wrong for a man to wear any garment that represents a team other than his own. But dang! I mean, I don’t care about the Bills, Bengals, or Browns (no disrespect Buffalo, Cincy, and Cleveland) but I want those shirts. Straight up.
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