Too Late to Wear Orange

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I wash my shirt last night looking forward to continue the celebration today.

This morning I’m tying to decide what to wear, is not going to be orange, Houston had great season but at the end we were in the wrong stadium.

Why we played well when we were in Washington and didn’t do well at home? I think they were partially blinded by the color of orange all over the stadium. It’s like the red light at each intersection, you have to stop, I know is not red but orange has a combination of yellow and red, it’s that moment that says partially swing and don’t.

Now, that I washed my shirt last night and I’m embarrassed to wear it today, I’m going to settle for any other shirt and promised myself not say anything to anybody about the game, I’m sure everyone today will pretend nothing happened. The only orange I’m goig to show is my Home Depot gift card.

Do You Wear Your Team Shirt The Whole Series?

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If you spend $130 on a team shirt for the world series and it drags to 7 games, do you wear it everyday?

i know you thought the series was going to be over yesterday , you were ready to put that shirt in the laundry bag and celebrate the rest of the week. Sorry, it didn’t happen, so what are you going to do tonight?

I’m willing to bet there are plenty of smelly shirts tonight, if you are planning to join the crowds to watch the game, I suggest you pick a place with plenty of ventilation, if the smell of sweaty shirts don’t knock you down, certainty the visual appearance will put you off; shirts no longer properly press with stains of ketchup, mustard and tartar sauce. If you are a guy hoping to score a beautiful girl, forget it, the only thing you are going to pick up tonight is an Uber ride.

I’m not wearing my shirt tonight, it has been too long of a series, I’m ready to celebrate with whoever wins the series and start looking for my team shirt for the superball. If I guess the right teams now, I could get the shirts for half price and since it’s only one game I don’t have to worry if I spill ketchup or mustard.