Before I start writing something a little more substantial for later tonight or later this week (I’m feeling ambitious, so next post might be a long one), I wanted to comment quickly on the Golden State Warriors’ new uniforms. In case you haven’t seen them, here they are:
I know, pretty cool right? Seems odd that the photographers would have Harrison Barnes wear a shirt under his jersey for the picture, though. Wait, the sleeves are part of the jersey?! Yes. Yes! YES!!!!!
I want to be absolutely clear – I am absolutely, unequivocally, 100% in favor of any and all things sleeve related. Yes, even these beauties:
I know people always say fashion is cyclical, so many will try to explain the recent growth of basketball’s sleeve obsession in recent years as a rebirth of the past. But I, however, have a different theory.
About 6 years ago, a red-headed charge-taking specialist at Central Bucks High School West suffered a repeatedly dislocating shoulder, so he decided to wear a certain clothing item to keep his shoulder warm. The shirt looked something like this:
At the time, this player received all sorts of ridicule, getting jeered by fans and grilled by referees for wearing what they considered “a uniform violation.” He was even questioned publicly on local radio by an opposing head coach.
Despite the opposition, the player bravely fought on, staunch in his commitment to pushing the envelope of basketball fashion. To cement his stance, he began to practice in long sleeve t-shirts under his practice jersey. Before games, he would wear a long sleeve t-shirt in addition to his warmup.
Though the abuse continued, this player stood tall. He eventually made his greatest statement, wearing his shoulder sleeve under a tall tee under his jersey. That’s right. Three shirts. Add the long sleeve tee and the warmup and at one point, this player was wearing five separate shirts in order to play basketball.
Fast forward to where we are today, and it’s hard to find a player without some sort of arm-related accessory. In fact, not wearing any kind of sleeve at this point is just about equal to wearing (gulp) low socks…
In case you haven’t guessed yet, that courageous, sleeve-sporting pioneer was me. So you’re welcome, basketball world, for this:
I believe my next move will be crew-neck sweatshirts under the jersey. If you have any sense, you’ll hop on this train before it leaves the station.