The world’s drunk on teams again—flags within flags, tribes gnawing at their own tails. This shirt cuts through that fever. Black ink for the bright days, white ink for the long nights—each stroke a reminder that love of country isn’t the same as loyalty to a logo.
We’ve let red and blue run the show too long, grinding sense into slogans while the middle goes numb.
This shirt is built for anyone still stubborn enough to believe the republic outlives the rivalry.
Wear it like a pledge to the idea, not the team.
The world’s drunk on teams again—flags within flags, tribes gnawing at their own tails. This shirt cuts through that fever. Black ink for the bright days, white ink for the long nights—each stroke a reminder that love of country isn’t the same as loyalty to a logo.
We’ve let red and blue run the show too long, grinding sense into slogans while the middle goes numb.
This shirt is built for anyone still stubborn enough to believe the republic outlives the rivalry.
Wear it like a pledge to the idea, not the team.
