There's just something about sports uniforms that makes men who still blithely don the flannel shirts they were wearing when they heard Kurt Cobain died feel the need to weigh in on color combinations, trim, piping, texture, and accessories. I am one of these men. This is my prized possession. I bought it in 1995 for $10.
Therefore, when three different publicists sent me three different e-mails announcing The San Francisco-based Womens' Professional Soccer league's grand uniform-unveiling fas