Victory sometimes does not bring the spoils that it was intended to bring for all of the work that went into its completion. Events like the Great War, Columbus's journey across the Atlantic and the 1994 MLB season attest to this.

Even more important to the matter at hand, though, is the fact my Grandma won an early round of bingo at the Country Manor. She had a knack for winning shirts, and upon remembering in my presence that she had been accumulating these shirts, she went downstairs and came back with three spoils of victory she did not want.

What more can I say about the yellow shirt that wasn't said about the blue shirts? Not really a whole lot. No controversy here when there is only one of its kind.

John, upon seeing this shirt, one time told me in the middle of the day, "Good Knight." It was an excellent joke that would've spelled T-R-O-U-B-L-E back in my days of competitive punning.