Until recently, I thought I was one of a socially retarded minority who pay entirely too much attention to professional sports uniforms. But then I found Uni Watch, the "obsessive study of athletic aesthetics." After reading the first few entries, I praised the heavens for the blog that showed me my socially retarded minority was a lot less minor. Then I cursed the heavens for not thinking of it first.
Uni Watch chronicles just about any situation when a group of people are dressed the same way, from the sublime to the ridiculous, and it's a great read for anyone who, say, spent countless hours as a kid doodling and redesigning the perfect uniforms of all four major sports (does hockey still count?), and then added his little, freckled head at the neckline to jazz up the fantasy.
Robert's well into tee-ball season, and as I've painfully established, he's decided he wants to do just about everything A-Rod does, including 1) wear the #13 jersey everywhere, 2) play third base, and 3) marry a woman of questionable judgment. For his second tee-ball game, he started to roll his uni pants up to his kneecaps--like A-Rod does (sigh)--like this:
He noticed it didn't look quite right, but he couldn't put his finger on why. Aha, thought Daddy, the uni purist. And a few clicks later ...
... Robert was ready on his third game to start ROCKIN' THE STIRRUPS!
His visual transformation is complete. He may now endeavor to secure a quarter-billion-dollar contract which, by the time he's old enough to play professionally, might just cover the mortgage.