Go To Church... And1
$35
He was the faceless shadow on the blacktop, a player so ruthless that defenders went home questioning not their game, but their faith. Whispers spread that before every matchup, men lit candles in church, praying their name wouldn’t be called to guard him. His handle was scripture, his shot a sermon, and every drive to the rim felt like revelation turned punishment. No one knew his name, but everyone knew his gospel... you will be broken if you stand in his way.
**All shirts are custom made to order, and will take about 2 weeks to ship**
[boxy] tees have a slightly oversized fit.
