When I was in high school the star of our football team got a full ride to the same Big Ten school as me. My GPA was much higher than his but they made me pay for the education...bastards. Everyone made a big deal about him going and there were posters for my new college all over my high school.
I felt a little left out and was a little bitter about it but eventually got over it. For my 20th birthday day, my evil roommate (who was not so evil at the time) bought me high school football star's Jersey. It was a white and had his 5 on it. It was speciallly made because the kid wasn't a big name at the time and I was the only one who knew who he was.
I wore that jersey to all the games and still have it for when I make my trips up during the fall but now I can't find it. It didn't get burnt in the fire because I remember seeing it afterward while we were cleaning out the house. I'm worried it may have been damaged and my sister got rid of it. I loved that jersey and it really meant a lot to me. This jersey was all about where I was from. It was the only thing that represented my hometown and my college life all in one and that's something that most people don't have.
So, as I'm packing up for my weekend trip I'm still trying to look for my jersey. I'm actually contemplating getting a new one but I'm afraid it won't be ready for the game tomorrow. If not then I guess a t shirt will have to do. Hopefully I don't jinx my old high school chum.
UPDATE: I FOUND THE JERSEY! I'M READY FOR TAILGATING