The ubiquity of basketball, baseball, football and soccer jerseys at Bonnaroo just makes sense — function over fashion. But upon spotting a Bryant "Big Country" Reeves Vancouver Grizzlies Number 50 near This Tent moments after arriving Thursday, as The Spin's resident demented sports fans we realized we were about to spend a weekend in a treasure trove of sports jerseys worn by festivalgoers from all around North America.
Some made sense — countless Currys and LeBrons, natch — but so many more ranged from the less-famous to the positively baffling, again and again begging the question: "What made you want to wear that in public?"
With that in mind — and plenty of time to kill between sets we covered — we put our amateur photography skills to the test, going to whatever lengths necessary to get our shot — weaving through bottlenecked crowds in pursuit of a coveted jersey, waiting in bathroom lines when we didn't need to go, missing Charles Bradley to get Charles Barkley.
Here is just a sampling of the goldmine we found on the farm; lots more are on Instagram @festivaljerseys.
There was a point in the weekend where it legitimately felt like Muggsy Bogues jerseys — each wearer bigger in stature than the actual 5'3" point guard — outnumbered Bernie Sanders shirts.
Unsurprisingly, we saw MJ jerseys everywhere we went — Bulls in every color, Bulls with the old cursive script, Tar Heels, Wizards, Team USA '84 and '92 — but only one from his '94 season in exile.
Rapper J. Cole showing love for a member of his hometown Hornets with a Mitchell & Ness reissue of a Larry "Grandmama" Johnson jersey.
Shawn Kemp's ill-fated stint in Cleveland was about as memorable as these dreadfully dated black-and-periwinkle Cavs unis — but that didn't stop this festivalgoer from making it reign.
You're not expected to know the full life story of the player you're repping — but convicted murderer Aaron Hernandez? Really? (Later spotted passed out in a field wearing the jersey, and wearing it again the next day.)
No stranger to leading a team post-showtime, ex-Laker point guard Nick Van Exel guides his teammates to general camping late Friday night.
Thursday night we met a guy who never knew Clyde Drexler even played for the Houston Rockets. This walking fashion "do" gliding past the Artist area Friday afternoon? He knows.
Followed a slimmed-down Prince Fielder and friend through Centeroo before Dead & Company, presumably on the hunt for a good vegan pre-show meal.
While there wasn't much to headbang to at Bonnaroo this year, Dodger and Mets legend/heavy metal drummer Mike Piazza still found time to stop through on the way to his Hall of Fame induction next month.
And finally, we spotted the Myrtle Beach Mermen's Kenny Powers watching Pearl Jam play "Alive" — although as Eastbound and Down viewers know, he's really more of a Candlebox guy.

