HEY ERIC, HOW'S THE SITAR PLAYING GOING?!?!?
that's one mutha-ugly shirt.
apparently the shirt was so bad they felt it necessary to put it in a cage to try to contain it.
They know they couldn't stop the shirt, so all they could try to do was contain it.
Just for the record, I do recall whupping both your asses last year in Ann Arbor's semi-finals while wearing that shirt. In fact, Deanna was so inspired by my stunning wardrobe that she busted out the "I Dream of Jeannie" look for finals, trying to capitalize on my fashion success. It worked- she made the team.
Mike, on the other hand, did not learn. While wearing that same shirt on the opening night of Nationals, I picked up a 26.3. On that same night, Mr. Swinkey, wearing far less dazzling attire, pulled down a 23.8 in his bout. Which I think was good for last place, and pretty damn close to the lowest score of ALL the bouts that night. You can't argue with the success of the poetry shirt.
If you can't take the heat, keep your head out of the oven.
- Ted Hughes