Here's the deal people. This whole jersey thing started roughly a year ago during the playoffs. The Sabres had just won and we went to Colter Bay so my friend Mitch could smash pints of $5 beer all over yuppie loafers. After what seemed like an eternity an angel walked in. His name was Santiago. He had possibly the most fucked up jersey I've ever seen. First off, it was a white slug jersey. Secondly, it was number eleven. (if you don't know that number is retired for the great Gilbert Perrault) Third, it said fucking SANTIAGO on the back. As an added bonus, my man had sick moist curls. Anyhow, I snapped a mind bending photo reminiscent of Ansel Adams The Tetons and the Snake River (1942). Sadly, i have since lost the picture and have been searching to no avail ever since. SO. If you EVER see "Santiago" drop whatever you are doing (except remembering 9/11) and take a pic for me. God will reward you somehow. Above is an artists rendering of what the picture may have looked like.
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