When fan favorites head for the hills, fans of the respective home team are left with limited options upon selecting a personalized jersey.  This is an unfortunate truth in our home town of St. Louis, Missouri.  With household names like Scott Rolen, Jim Edmonds and David Eckstein vanishing from Cardinals Nation and the organization integrating a youth movement in recent years, fans of the red and white have struggled in their quest to model meaningful personalized jerseys.

Our well-tenured fan hunters have identified this paradigm as "PJIC", otherwise known as "Personalized Jersey Identity Crisis".

This sickness has a variety of symptoms, perhaps none more prevalent than the usage of jerseys as a humor billboard displaying self-indulgant creative wit.  Be on the lookout.  PJIC affects thousands of Americans each year and while this disease manifests in various forms of fanaticism, it is sometimes very ominous.  Case in point, the jersey below.



Hooker, #6.

Sure, Hooker *could* be a last name...especially when coupled with the number of the great Stan Musial.  Clearly, no fan would trounce on that hallowed ground.  While we certainly don't condone the usage of own last names on professional jerseys (unless you're 5 years old and hitting balls off a tee), the truth that was disclosed shortly after snapping this picture was even more shocking.  Sadly, this isn't a last name.

Our dedicated fan hunter tracked this hussy back to her crew and found that she's not alone in her disease.



Hooker, #6....and Ho, #1.

Two of the most prestigious numbers in Cardinals history.  Stan Musial and Ozzie Smith - legacies both fallen victim to the impregnable manifests of Personalized Jersey Identity Crisis.

Don't let it happen to you.  You don't want to expire to the mundane nature of purchasing and wearing a "Pujols" jersey.  But, the cures are simple.

Wear a red t-shirt.