Don't Ever Forget Where You Came From ...

So this morning when I was shaving I hear this crazy crash that sounded like someone just got slammed through a lunchroom table. When I go to investigate in my second bedroom, I see my closet door pushed out. I peek in and see sneaks, shirts, ties, belts, hats and work shoes all over the place. One of the racks collapsed.

The aftermath

But, from bad can come good. While relocating my tops to another part of the crib, I was reminded of my jersey collection and how much money I spent on theses things I hardly even wear. My taste in clothing and my size have changed so much that these are no more than a memento now. Check out some of my favorite classics after the jump that I just can't part ways with.  Stay tuned ...