it makes sense. every year, two teams face off for the chance to be called super bowl champs. and every year, one of them emerges victorious from the fray, immediately and miraculously wearing t-shirts (so soon??) announcing their superiority to the world. logistically baffling, you say? indeed! but each year, as most people know, t-shirts are printed for both the winning and losing teams before the game is even played. then, whenever the winning team is known, its players can immediately be given their championship shirts. no waiting, no hassle, no messy clean-up. that is, unless you consider cleaning up after all those loser t-shirts. they cannot possibly be permitted to see the light of day and confuse the issue of who's really the best of the best. no, those loser shirts must be packed, sealed, and shipped to the deepest, most remote location in the world where they'll never be seen by an NFL fan. a place like kitgum, uganda, for instance.while eating lunch one day on a recent trip to northern uganda, my friend, lisandro, noticed a super bowl champions t-shirt. as peace corps volunteers here, we're tuned to a slightly different frequency; things like this excite us and make us look more closely. lisandro called the young man over to get a better look at his shirt and found that, yes, it really was a loser shirt! after two years of searching, we had finally laid eyes on one! and it's not just any loser shirt, but a patriots "perfect 19-0 season" from super bowl 42. in reality of course, they lost the game and their perfect season to the giants that year. subsequently, this beautiful, xxl t-shirt which was so eager to broadcast that piece of history from the chest of a victorious lineman, was sent to a village in northern uganda only to be bought off the back of its owner for $2 by a giddy volunteer who promises to wear it non-stop the next time he goes to boston. good eye, lisandro, good eye.
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