I have what one might consider to be an extensive sports jersey collection, one I continue to cultivate despite the fact that I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have nearly as much occasion to wear them as I used to when I was a few years younger.
Though I work at a sports website, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve attempted in recent years to clean up my act a bit. Inspired by Jay-Z eschewing jerseys, I made a begrudging stop at the Jackson, N.J., Polo outlet the day after my 30th birthday. And even when not at work, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve taken to wearing shirts with buttons, but minus some other guyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s name emblazoned on the back.
Yet still, wearing a fresh, hard-to-find jersey has never lost that high school cool factor to me, especially during the summer.
I brought with me from my younger years the thrill of the chase for the almighty holy grail. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m speaking of that moment I stumble across a Mark McGwire 1999 Home Run Derby jersey on eBay, something like that, where I never knew it existed but now have to have it. (I did get the McGwire jersey, though IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m unsure if IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve ever worn it.)
My most recent grail? an Ohio State jersey with the LeBron James logo on the chest in place of the Nike swoosh.