Friday, December 9, 2011

Blogging Topic- A Favorite Item of Clothing

I used to look through my dad's high school year book when I was little dreaming that I would one day live  up to the expectations this ten pound book had given me. I would flip through endlessly looking at my dad's young face as a football, basketball, and baseball captain; voted "best all around" by his peers and named his graduating class' valedictorian. My father had achieved a lot in high school just like I hoped to when I was reading this book at the age of eight or so. I noticed in a couple basketball pictures he had a raggedy practice jersey that I had recognized from his closet before so I asked him if he still had it. My father told me that it no longer fit him but I could have it if I wanted it. It was just a plain, heavy, reversible t shirt with one side navy blue and the other side yellow. I slid my arms through it and noticed that it was very heavy. Probably because there were pretty much two shirts sewn on to each other but I liked to think that is was weighed down with all the sweat my father had put into this shirt as a high schooler. Basketball was always his favorite sport and it was an honor to be entrusted with the practice jersey he had worn for four years. 

As I grew older and could finally fill out my father's old jersey it developed more of a role in my wardrobe. It was still a little big for me when I was in middle school but I wore it anyway. If there was ever a pickup football or basketball being played I was definitely in my that old blue and yellow shirt convinced that  my fathers good fortune would come to me through the shirt. I even remember wearing it  to the last day of tryouts for the 7th grade basketball team. A team I eventually made, I credited all of my success to my lucky shirt. My dad was also happy that I loved his old shirt. Some forty years ago he had been in the exact same position as me in the same clothing. 

When I got to high school the shirt was still in my possession and was still being worn prevalently. I wore it under by baseball jersey and when football came around senior year I cut the sleeves off so I could wear it under my shoulder pads. It was still pretty heavy and probably not the best choice of clothing for a hot football game, but I simply couldn't play without it. It now rests in my t shirt drawer in my house because I didn't want to risk losing it at college but I can guarantee you that it will definitely be making some more appearances on the pickup basketball courts this Christmas break.

2 comments:

  1. I grew up hearing stories of how my mom was triumphant on the tennis court and softball field. She still plays tennis today, so that was never hard to imagine, but it was all the stories about softball that I would always inquire about. She was a home run hitter, played 1st base, and most importantly, never missed a ball thrown her way. They called her stretch because she always managed to keep her foot on base too for a sure out. When I went into 6th grade and outgrew my first glove, my mom gave me hers; the one she had played with during all her glory years. It followed me to first base and helped me out as much as it did her.

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  2. That's an awesome thing to have man from your dad. I know as a competitor you must love the fact that you and your father have now poured effort and heart into that jersey. It is crazy that you kept it all throughout high school and wore it to so many sporting events. I am sure that if you decide to keep it your son would love the chance to wear it as well.

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