Damn Right It's a Polo

It's a polo. It's got a collar. You put it on, you go. I don't need the mark to be "tasteful" or sit "quietly," Jesus H Christ. It sits there. That's what a logo does. Herb wears his to the theater. I wear mine to the bar and the job site and my kid's thing on Sunday, and it holds up at all three. Pipes go in walls, a good shirt goes on your back, and you don't have to think about either one again. That's the whole pitch.