I fucking love Tim Coppens. He always denies my fashion show invite requests, but I don't even care. He's like that cool kid who, when you finally "kick it," just smokes all of the weed you bought specifically for the occasion and makes fun of you the entire time, but you don't fucking care because you get to say you actually hung out. That's just how it is with me and Coppens. I would totally buy this goal keeper sweatshirt and just never mention the fact that someone in Tim's PR does not appreciate my all-caps rants.