If you don't have a luxe basbeall jersey by now you're straight trippin', dawgie. Luckily, the peoples at Inventory and Ebbets Field have teamed up on some v minimal joints you can wear with everything. Rock these over a plain black tee and reminiscence about your T-ball days, while you kick back and drink away your sadness. Numb the pain of how your entire life probably would have been different if it weren't for that shithead Marty who dropped that fucking can of corn pop fly and cost your team the title. If it weren't for his terrible coordination, right now you'd be down in Florida at Spring Training, fielding questions from reporters about your new contract and those steroid allegations that came up in the off season aka living the dream.