Getting the Gear
So, the hunt began for that jersey. The championship year.enog ,foo one. You'd think it'd be easy, right? Wrong. Those things vanished. Like, poof, gone.
- First, I hit up all the usual spots online. Sold out.
- Then, I checked the team store website. Nothing.
- Called a couple of sports shops around town. Laughed at, mostly. They had waiting lists longer than my arm.
It got kinda frustrating, honestly. I saw a few pop up on resale sites, but the prices were just ridiculous. People were really trying to cash in. I wasn't gonna pay triple for it, no way. I even thought about getting one of those knock-offs you see, but it just wouldn't feel right, you know? It had to be the real deal.
I kept looking, almost gave up. Checked back on the official store maybe a month or two later, just on a whim. And there it was! They must have done another run. Didn't even hesitate, just clicked 'buy' so fast. Felt like I'd won the lottery all over again, almost.
More Than Just a Shirt
When it finally arrived, taking it out of the package was a moment. Sounds silly, but yeah. Put it on right away. Fit perfectly. Felt good. It wasn't just cloth and stitching; it was that whole comeback, the parade, the feeling that the city finally did it.
I wore it watching games the next season, wore it out sometimes. Still have it, obviously. It's hanging in the closet. Don't wear it as much these days, gotta keep it looking decent. But every time I see it, it takes me right back to that summer. Good times. Definitely worth the hassle to track it down.
