My Love of Mangled English: Reb Sox

Reb Sox in Paris

I took this sometime in the 1980s in Paris. Back then, I scoffed at this half-assed appropriation of American culture, but maybe it was a means of wearing an American-style baseball jacket without having to pay licensing fees.

Or not. I remember going clothes shopping with some wealthy Italians in Modena right after I graduated from college and stressing to them there was no way I was going to buy that navy blazer. Not with that “Harvard U” patch on its breast pocket.

“But it fits you so well!” the mother kept saying.

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