My Lucky Paintball Shirt: Journal Entry

A T - shirt sits in my closet and brings something to me. This is a gray "Nike" shirt with a pink spot in the center of the chest. Every time I paint a ball, I wear the same shirt even if it is too small. This is my lucky shirt. I remember that this old shirt became relatively new ... It was a hot and humid morning that some friends and I ran my car to the parking lot of my favorite paintball. We opened the car and found an empty picnic table under the pavilion.

One day my son was invited to a paintball party to join with 15 other boys at a friend 's house. My wife and I did not think about it, so she sent him in the morning, and I will pick him up later. On that afternoon, when driving a car to a friend's house, I noticed that the boy was playing without a shirt and had a big red scar on his body. I asked my son what happened. He told me that they did not have the chronograph to set the speed of the paintball, so they set the marker by comparing the sounds. Then they chose the team and hit the shirt and the skin

If it is not a picture and a written record, the original color of my lucky T - shirt may never be known. To my knowledge, this T-shirt included a regular pure white shirt with two bright blue College Misericordia Cougar logos on the front and back. That was it, now it is. Then look at the pictures of the shirt and make sure for yourself, you never know that the two shirts were once the same shirt. There are battle traces in the form of tears, tears and dirt on the original T shirt: a horn hole in the front of the hockey game and a neck of the stretch; a trace high in the chest burning on the floor during the play of the volleyball tournament In the football game of red, green, blue, orange stains from Dribble Gatorade. This simple T - shirt shows the virtual timeline of my entire sports history.

First of all, I look like a silly T - shirt. They emphasize my shoulders and wide, flat chest. Those uncustomized fragile fabric make me look like a smuggled jelly roll on my waist. Women's T-shirt is the worst. When they tried to adapt to women, they were very comfortable under armpits, and they confirmed that I would exercise permanent stains. After all, the T-shirt became the center of technology 'fashion' (if you could call even 'fashion'). Details about personal freedom to wear what you like, as well as f-you. They make people feel like they are at home. They give everyone the opportunity to announce their ideal on their personal bulletin board.