Black Clover makes such righteous fitted caps that I’ve stopped wearing any other brand/team. Their caps fit perfectly, they can withstand the thrashing of removing blood, dirt, grease, metal dust, ink, and paint. I can wear one when I go see Social D (or any other ska, punk, Oi! band) and I can wear the same hat in places where “more refined” adult behavior is expected.
“Do you play golf?”
“No, although I do marvel at your allegiance to something that is about as rigorous as taking a nap. Wanna go see the Flatfoot 56 show tonight?”
“Grow up.”
“And be like you? Nah, I’ve tried and discovered that your proposition is an exercise in having my soul sucked out and selling my values for a nickel. Where’s the designated kids table? I’ll hang with them. Look! They’re wearing Black Clover hats, too.”
