I’m really excited about today, because it’s the season opener for the LA Galaxy, and this is the first year that I have season tickets! This t-shirt, which I’ll be wearing to the game, is probably in my top 3 favorite t-shirts of all time. I got it back in 2011 when I went to the very first Galaxy game of one of my two favorite soccer players ever:
Keane, who just signed a multi-year contract extension(!), came to the Galaxy midway through the 2011 season after his second stint with Tottenham. That’s not why he’s one of my favorite players, though. (I’m an Arsenal fan, so I actually hate Tottenham.) No, I love Robbie Keane because he’s the captain of the Ireland national team and their all-time leader in goals and appearances. He was already on the team when I first started really getting into soccer during the 2002 World Cup and has been one of my favorite players ever since. (My other favorite player is Thierry Henry, who is Arsenal’s all-time leading scorer.)
Before the game, though, I’ve got to head to Pasadena to coach youth soccer, so I needed another green shirt to get all sweaty in, too.
I honestly have no idea how this shirt still fits me. It’s my 8th-grade track t-shirt, and I weighed at least 80 pounds less in 1999 than I do now. I was really, really, really, really skinny. Maybe the shirt has grown with me? I don’t know. It’s a miracle of modern t-shirt science.
The irony of this shirt is that I only ever went to maybe 2 track meets while I was in middle school. One year of middle school track = one t-shirt that I still own. One year of high school football = two t-shirts that I still own. One year of high school soccer = two t-shirts that I still own. My four years of high school track, though? 8 seasons and two varsity letters and several pins and countless meets? Nothing. I don’t have a single t-shirt from my high school track days. It’s a shame, too, even as far as the 17 Days of St. Patrick Celebration is concerned. I used to use an awful green hairspray to dye my hair on St. Patrick’s Day, a dye that stayed with me through track practice, obviously. It was a hellacious kiwi green color, but the ridiculous attention I would get each year at track practice on March 17 is one of my fonder memories of high school. Nothing lightens the tension of running several miles through the hallways of your school like seeing some idiot with bright green hair, apparently. I obviously have tons of t-shirts, way more than I should, probably, but it’s a bummer not to have any from something that was such a huge part of my life for so many years. Oh well.
Anyway, today is dedicated not only to all those Galaxy fans out there, and all those soccer/football fans who love wearing the shirt of their favorite player, but to all of you runners, whether you’re on a track team or just out there in the mornings on your own. In the words of my seemingly immortal middle school track shirt:
TIME OUT: IS A GROUP OF JAGUARS CALLED A “PRIDE”?!? IS THIS A PUN THAT HAS ELUDED ME FOR ALMOST 15 YEARS?!?!?!? IS THAT WHY THIS T-SHIRT WON’T DIE, BECAUSE IT STILL HAD MORE TO TEACH ME?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? Oh my lord, I’m a moron.