Last spring, someone had a Colts jersey for sale.
Now, I had realized a few years ago - when we redecorated our downstairs half-bath in Colts stuff and painted a bunch of the players' numbers on the wall - that Jeff Saturday's number was the same as my birthyear (63).
But until I saw this jersey posted online, it had not occurred to me that Jeff Saturday's jersey was 63.
Not only was I born in '63, but I was also born on a Saturday.
And I had to have that shirt. That combination was just too good to pass up.
So, my sweet hubby got it for me. And I tried it on. And it was...well...snug. Uncomfortably snug. And since it was for sale through a yard sale group, it wasn't like I could take it back for the next larger size.
(And since Jeff is no longer a Colt, I can't even get this combination anymore in ANY size.)
So I sighed, took my Saturday 63 shirt, put it on a hanger, and put it in the closet, figuring I'd never really get to wear it. I could wear it, but it wasn't comfortable and I knew that I wouldn't be putting it on again. Maybe I could save it and it would be a collector's item someday and my grandson would wear it or something.
Well, today the Colts played. And, you know, just to see what would happen, I pulled the jersey out...
...put it on...
...and could BREATHE in it! It fits really nicely. I can wear it, and move, and breathe, and not be embarrassed about how it stretches over my stomach. I get to wear my Saturday 63 jersey!