_Now when my story's all but told
oh, let the final chapter tell
of victories in lands of old
and how the mighty villains fell..._
- _Dream of Home_, Alan Doyle
Listen, I understand. Between November and February, when there's forty feet of snow on the ground* and the boys of summer have gone home, you do other things. There's handegg and shootypuck and cricket and all the rest. You keep sane however you must. But we all know the truth, don't we?
Make sure everyone knows that *you* know which sport has your heart with this shirt.
*void where prohibited, like California, where it will never rain again