I happen to have a lot of ridiculous sweatshirts. I don’t know why, but I have lots of television show sweatshirts (Greek, Friday Night Lights), sweatshirts from colleges I did not attend, a yachting sweatshirt that I picked up at a shipyard in Amsterdam, more Vassar College hoodies than any alumni should ever own, and a few that are just ugly but I’m attached to for no particular reason.
Out of this mass of cotton and hoods, I have two favorites. One is big and gray and I always have to chew on the hood strings and sleeves when I wear it. It probably is just one big virus at this point, but I still love it. The other is a Leigh High School Panthers bright blue hoodie. Now, I didn’t actually attend Leigh High School and the only person I know who went to the school is Craig.
When Craig and I first started dating, my friend Georgia and I became obsessed with the fact that he was from such a small Nebraskan town (population 442) and went to a high school with all of 80 kids, total. We learned absolutely everything we could about that school without point blank asking Craig about it. We memorized the lunch calendar (January 7th – Soup, Cinnamon Roll, Applesauce, Cheese Stick, Carrots), learned everything about the football team (those Wendt boys are a threat!), and well, fell just under the label of “crazed stalker.”
To commemorate our love for the Panthers, Georgia kindly bought us smurf blue Leigh High School Panther hoodies, direct from Lou’s sporting goods in Fremont, NE, a mere hour away from Leigh. And when the sweatshirts were taking too long to make, Georgia called up Lou’s everyday to demand they be made at a speedier pace. We have our big city time expectations after all. Now, we both have one and agree it’s one of the highest quality (and weirdest to posess) sweatshirts on the market! As Georgia just emailed me: “I bleed Panther blue.”