Well, I’m sure these are selling like hotcakes.  If there’s anything that burnout hippies love, it’s the gladiator-like intensity and bone-crushing hits of the NFL.

On second thought, I can see the crossover appeal: people who swear that Jerry Garcia is some kind of God are just as obtuse and impossible to speak to as the most obnoxious die-hard sports fans.  So the lesson is, if you see someone wearing one of these shirts, kill them.  Kill them dead.  Immediately.  No jury will convict you.