(Just imagine the disappointed faces on Christmas morning…)
This is an actual Chuck Liddell baseball cap in an actual dollar store (see, I wasn’t kidding about that) in Missoula, Montana. I photographed it myself earlier today, but only after overhearing the following conversation between a father and his petulant pre-pubescent son:
Dad: Hey, look. It’s an Iceman hat. You love the Iceman!
Son: You don’t even know who that is.
Dad: Yes I do. It’s Chuck Liddell.
Son: You only know that because it says it right on the hat. (in a snotty tone) What sport does he do?
Dad: (in perfect deadpan) Fucking figure skating. Let’s get out of here.
They left a few moments later without purchasing the hat. Me? I stood there, trying to decide on the hat or the Chuck Liddell octagon-shaped mirror with a huge drawing of Liddell himself etched into the center of the glass, effectively rendering it useless as a mirror, neither of which cost more than five bucks. I went back and forth for what seemed like ages. Then I said screw it and decided to give everyone I know gift certificates for free back rubs like I do every year. It’s going to be a great Christmas.