The things you think are precious I can't understand
My shirt from the 2001 American League Division Series is full of fond memories. It's a souvenir of the only post-season baseball game I've ever seen in person. The Indians gave the Mariners a trouncing unlike any I can recall seeing the team I was rooting for hand out when it really mattered. Of course, they blew games 4 and 5 and lost the series, but the important thing is, I got to see Game 3 with friends.
They're in a box now.
And it makes me a little sad. The whole point of a souvenir is that it's something you trip over occasionally and get a happy memory from. I'm going to see those shirts less if they're in a box, which means I'll have fewer of the happy thoughts associated with them.
But I can't very well say that the NCAA should ban offensive names and mascots while I wear the words Redskin and a Chief Wahoo logo. So into the box they go. It is possible to get less offensive team garb for Washington and Cleveland, I checked. My economic vote may not say much, but it says something I can live with.
And a different "thing I think is precious": welcome to the world, niece Bridget. I'll do what I can to make this a good place for you and your sister.