Forget about the fact that you’re wearing the jersey of a player who was traded almost three years ago. Never, under no circumstances, is it acceptable to put a player’s nickname on a custom jersey. Maybe Chooch. Maybe. But that’s it. If you’re going to customize a jersey, get either your own name (fine), something radically offensive to your rival, a movie character’s name (Mighty Ducks Conway is acceptable and encouraged), or pay homage to a retired player who’s no longer available. But no nicknames. Never.
Meanwhile, an update on the Dane Sardinha jersey from Opening Day. Reader Andrew was the man in the photo and he checks in with a response:
So, it’s me. I feel like I need to explain my purchasing decisions from that fateful day at the Phillies Christmas sale when I ended up with this thing, because I also came away with the basis for what I believe to be the greatest Phillies fan jersey of the last few years, I picked up a blank game issued away jersey to turn into a Roy Halladay perfect game jersey. The Sardinha is the beater, don’t care if I spill food/beverage onto it.
Please let me set the record straight.
Interesting take here– the ol’ beater jersey. I have one. It’s my Mike Richards 2010 sweater. If I were 10, I’d wear it outside to play street hockey. Or if I was 20, I’d wear it to play beer pong and do keg stands at a PSU party when the Flyers were playing the Penguins. And at 30, I wear it to mow the lawn on a cool day. My Giroux Winter Classic sweater is the gamer, worn only when there will be no mustard packets or rogue velcro swabs within a 10-foot radius of belly button.
Also: I’m assuming everyone under the age of 35 owns a CCM 88 Eric Lindros beater, yes?
And their next ones: Divorced_In, 20_16. Fate sealed with those sweaters.