This story is one part boring, two parts magic and one cycle completed!
I had received the jersey from Jonny Dub off the highway at a classy McDonald's...
I tried it on: like everyone else had claimed over the past four years, the jersey fit PERFECTLY. It was magical, but exactly how magical was it?
I had just moved to San Diego five days earlier. My new home awaited to be unpacked, so I let the magic of the jersey take the reigns. Within a day or two the place went from this:
I couldn't believe it, was this magical power real? There was only one way to find out whether or not this jersey was extraordinary. I turned on the TV finally after my cable got installed...
I ran around the apartment like a maniac, then slowly plotted to not give the jersey away to PadresJagoff. THE MAGIC WAS MINE, AND MINE ALONE. I CAUSED THIS, THEREFORE I GOT TO KEEP IT. But there was a voice in my head telling me to share the wealth, that good will is meant to be spread to everyone.
I reluctantly gave in and then planned to pass off the jersey to PadresJagoff, hoping to Tony Gwynn and Jerry Coleman that he would take care of the jersey, such as I had, such as many had before. Despite having the jersey and not doing anything in particular with it, the jersey's magic had brought cheer to me, and like the GLBers before me, it was my time to pass it off...
This jersey has given us all great adventures, and it became my sincere hope that when I passed it off, it would continue to do so for eternity.