You didn’t just make the team, you made the All Stars. And then? Nothing. But in 1997, you were a walking RBI, a glove-clad prodigy in elastic pants. This shirt is a tribute to the year your name was printed on a roster—and your soul was printed in regret. Wear it like the trophy’s still on your shelf. (It’s in a box in your mom’s basement. Next to your dreams.)

This isn’t just a t-shirt. It’s a wearable flashback. The tri-blend fabric delivers that broken-in, pre-haunted fit—like it’s been through a few emotional playoff losses already. It’s soft, it’s durable, and yes, it survives the spin cycle better than you survived the 8th grade championship.