Dead men's shirts

Dead men's shirts have no tails, or something like that.

My first bowling shirt was Blaine, sponsored by Mick's Snappy Service Café. Blaine was much shorter than I, but nicely embroidered throughout, with a crowned "kingpin" on the collar. Blaine went with me on my mission to Bolivia in 1980 and stayed there. I wonder whatever became of him.
I easily acquired shirts at thrift shops for a few dollars apiece until the late 80's when the skater culture fell in love with them. Now I'm competing with teens and twenty-somethings for the indestructible double-knit polyester embroidered masterpieces of the hardwood.

Each bowling shirt is truly unique. My favorite is Wally Klitzke, sponsored by Harry's Tavern in Lincoln, Nebraska. I'd like to start making my own masterpieces, albeit fictitious renditions.
Rusty, sponsored by a plumbing company; Rex (wrecks, get it), sponsored by a towing service, etc. Singer now makes a sewing machine with impressive embroidery capabilities for under $1000. This sounds like my kind of cottage industry.

Anyone interested in swapping bowling shirts? It's not everyone's cup of tea, but I've noticed a lot of the young Okinawans like the funky look and feel of someone else's shirt.