A shirt. And not just any shirt. A purple shirt. A purple shirt that reads "Dice-K".
Now, I am not stupid. I know what this means. I mean, come on, I live in Massachusetts. But I am not a sports fan. He knows I'm not a sports fan. The most like a sports fan I get is during the World Cup and I don't even support our team. That's all for Brazil.
So, dad. Why?
And purple. The shirt is purple, did I mention that?
And here's the best part. I have, in the past, expressed how I felt the general Red Sox fan people were ignorant for having to abbreviate the poor man's name. His name is Daisuke. Is that so much harder than Dice-K? And it's not even just Dice-K... but someone actually puts the effort to effing draw the dice. So yeah, I've told him how much I don't like it.
Yet. I have a shirt. A purple shirt. A purple shirt that says Dice-K. And my mother is jealous and they made me put it on. And then when I changed to go out to the store, my father was like... "WHY AREN'T YOU WEARING THE SHIRT!?!?!"
I love my father and I love that he thinks to buy me things... and I don't have the heart to tell him I'd rather burn the shirt than wear it again.