Ain't No Shame In My Game
My wife has gotten me a Philadelphia Eagles Snuggie for Christmas. I suppose it ruins the surprise on some level, but I was with her when she bought it and I got over the allure of tearing through wrapping paper a long time ago.
By rights, I should want nothing to do with this thing. The Snuggie passed from goofy fad to something appreciated only ironically to something hopelessly passé in the blink of an eye. But in truth? This is fucking AWESOME.
Part of it is that when you root for the home squad, you earn cred by owning more ridiculous team-branded crap (the Eagles Christmas Gnome and Eagles lace thong spring immediately to mind) than the next guy. Part of it is that I like looking like a Druid and part of it is knowing that I can use this to embarrass my kid for YEARS. Plus, it will keep me toasty warm when I watch DeSean Jackson rip the hearts out of several million slovenly, hairy-backed Giants fans and their boyfriends.
We love gifts for all sorts of weird reasons, especially the gifts that truly speak to that unabashed nerd we hide from the rest of the world. So, what wholly disreputable, more-than-a-little shameful gift have you gotten that you absolutely and sincerely love? Because I love my Snuggie. THAT’S RIGHT.