I opened the package and the shirt fell out, I caught it before I let it hit the ground and I was amazed by the craftsmanship of this shirt. I didn’t choose this shirt, it chose me. I put it on and could feel the freedom running through my veins. My mullet grew longer and the busch lights were colder, colder than ever before. While wearing this shirt I had a vision of the founding fathers. Each one looking more powerful and brawny than the next. George Dub gave me a look, without saying a word I...