Your marketing is like that friend who never stops texting… and somehow, it worked. Every time I saw one of your ads, I thought, “Man, I need my own Old School jersey.” It was inevitable. If it wasn’t an ad stalking me, it was someone casually flexing in an Old School jersey like they just walked off a 90s music video set.
Long story short… I cracked. I jumped on the website (AGAIN), but this time, I didn’t just add a jersey to the basket and ghost you like before. Nope, I actually committed. F...