My vintage Canterbury of New Zealand rugby shirt is the most well-made garment I own. The thick heavyweight cotton designed to withstand the Hulk-like grips of opposing team members. The shirt is bright, with blue stripes, green ones, orange, purple, pink, and red, (for obscuring grass stains). Its proportion is wide and long, it can be layered over a hoodie or worn on its own. The yellow bands of elastic at the cuffs grip my wrists like sweatbands, not too tight, but just so. The white rubber button, sewn into a strip of grosgrain on the inside of the collar (meant to hold fast), brings to mind the organized chaos of a scrum.