Letterman jackets were cool, if you were an Eastman.

When I was in highschool, there were a couple of brothers who were on the varsity baseball team.
When it came time to order jackets, the Eastman brothers decided that the youngest brother would get his first initial on his letterman jacket, and the older Eastman would just get his lastname.

What happened next created one of the most coveted pieces of jacketry ever.
When I saw the younger Eastman, (Brad) wearing his jacket, I immediately wanted it. It was badass. See for yourself:






Who wouldn't want to be seen in a jacket proudly proclaiming that you were a fucking Beastman?



After that sheer awesomeness of that jacket, I started thinking. What if the Eastmans had a short brother named Larry?






Or a brother named Frank who loved Thanksgiving?






Or a cousin Yancy, who had a way of attracting skanky chicks? (Or, as Mr. London Street would say 'poorly tended lady petals'.)






But, I think what the Eastmans were really missing was someone they'd never met. And just for this post, I've taken the liberty of making Mighty Hunter an honorary Eastman. Mostly because of his initials. You're welcome, Mighty Hunter, you're welcome.