Here's a picture of my wife wearing the jersey from football player Khreem Smith. It's a real game-worn uniform complete with grimy spots, tears and mends, and some tailoring to make the shirt sit correctly over body protection.
It turns out that Mr. Smith is six inches taller than my wife. Even so, the jersey fits her better than it would fit me: she's svelte.
I'm going to wish my wife a very happy birthday a couple of days early. Her birthday falls on Ungood Art Day, but I believe I'll be too busy to blog for the next few days. I'll post for Ungood Art Day retroactively in the next while. I know my wife wants to see this picture, so I am posting it now. If you see this in time, make sure you congratulate her on another trip around the sun, and please to note how every year she seems to be getting younger. I mean, check out this picture. That is one young, young birthday girl!