Somebody's been reading your diary, dear sports fan, because for a measly $3,000, you can own LeBron James' giant handprint, accompanied by his giant signature. Go on, go for it. Treat yourself right. You work hard, you deserve it. Just act fast, though, because there are only 26 of them. In the world. And you never know when LeBron's hands are going to fall off, forever depriving you of this commemorative gift.
As much as I love decorating my house with sports memorabilia ("Bo Don't Know Diddley" posters, Mets bobbleheads ad nauseum), I think I'm going to pass on this one. Because it's a handprint. For $3,000. And that's ridiculous.
Buuuut, I would pay three grand for these five bad boys ...
The bottle of Michael Jordan cologne that MJ himself smelled for the very first time and went, "That's the one." Not only would it bring back memories of trying not to sneeze while slow dancing with Mike Ingraham at my eighth grade dance, it would be the original. The true essence of Number 23 bottled on my armoire.
Tonya Harding's "baseball bat." Sure, we'll tell everyone that it was just something she used to work on her "pull hitting," but we'll know what it was really for. Wink, wink.
Serena Williams' pink bodysuit. Or any hot pink full-blown unitard. Where can I get me one of those? Mine's all worn out and American Apparel seems to be sold out.
A piece of the Copa Del Rey trophy that was smashed to bits by Real Madrid's Sergio Ramos. Not because I'm a soccer fan. Because that was the dumbest, most insane thing I have ever seen in my life. Well, maybe not my life, but it was pretty bonkers.
A framed picture of Gary Carter holding a baby white dove while eating a Chipotle burrito. Oh, like you wouldn't pay three grand for that either?!
What sports memorabilia would you shell out for?
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