Not your typical Elvis memorabilia

I found this over on Just Call Me Juice — hilarious! Apparently, Elvis Grbac’s Kansas City Chiefs jersey has finally made the Terrible Jersey Hall of Fame! Man, I never thought that I’d be able to laugh like this about this Elvis, but the wound has finally healed. Well, almost. Enjoy…

Elvis Grbac, Kansas City Chiefs

Owner: Cult of Mac Pete

Year It Was Purchased: Summer 1999

Age When Purchased: 18

Jersey Category: Should Have Known Better

Why Is It Terrible? Well, I almost got arrested for wearing it. Does that say enough? In my senior year of high school, one of my close friends started convincing other members of our group that we should all head over to Value City and buy the cheapest sports jerseys we could find. We found some real gems, including Stacey Augmon, Danny Kannell, a child’s Drew Bledsoe jersey with no number or official branding, and the truly wonderful Grbac Chiefs jersey, which was both too small and not quite authentic. It has about as pliable as a windshield and not half as comfortable. The sleeves were about half the volume of my upper arms, so the shirt would actively deflate my muscles. It was dope.

After making this incredible trip, spending no more than $5 per jersey, we returned to visit our friend whose dad forced him to mow the lawn three times in a row while we gallivanted in the big city of Saginaw, Michigan. We rolled up to his house, truly styling in our dope new jerseys (including one friend wearing the Augmon over the Kanell), we were hanging in the basement when the police showed up. We ran outside, and found that my parents’ early 1990s stick-shift Ford Escort wagon had rolled into a neighbors’ yard. I wasn’t so clear on the parking brake thing back then. We argued about what to do, but I ultimately manned up and walked across the street, just me and my ill-fitting Elvis avatar, and told the police officer that I was a dumbass and didn’t understand parking brakes, what have you. I blew the pig’s mind (I think he actually knew my parents and didn’t want to get me in trouble), and he drove away, though I know he had his Nine and his cuffs ready to take me down. I got in the car, put it in reverse and left GIGANTIC tire treads in my friend’s neighbor’s yard. I parked parallel, pulled the brake and stepped out triumphant. Thank you, Grbac! You taught me to be a baller. Even though you weren’t much of one in the first place. That’s why you’ll always be in my hall of fame.