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Lots of random weekend musings today, beginning with the news that Kyle Snyder has now been officially certified as MLB’s undisputed king of the wayward shirt tag. Back in July, it was his undershirt tag, which was sticking out during an entire inning. (Full details here.) And Friday, it was the MLB logo patch on the back of his jersey, which was sticking out like a little hangnail, practically daring us to reach out and tear it off already. (Kudos to Brenden Fougere for catching this one.)

While Snyder was making a mockery of MLB’s branding efforts, Uni Watch webmaster John Ekdahl was having a surreal experience at a New Jersey watering hole. Later that night I received an e-mail from him, with a subject line that read, “I AM SO SORRY.” Here’s what he wrote:

I’m sorry. I really am. I fucked up bad. Please forgive me for what I am about to tell you.

I have a phone that doesn’t take very good pictures. I never cared, in fact, I went out of my way to avoid phones with cameras on them. Anyway, I live (and grew up) in the town that Bobby Ojeda now calls home. He moved here when I was in high school and his son was a grade below me. Anyway, I never thought that much of it because my town also has Bruce Springsteen and Bon Jovi as residents.

Long story short: Tonight I’m at one of the local bars (where both my girlfriend’s brothers are bartenders). I look across the bar, and I see a young woman, early 20s, wearing an ’86 Mets throwback. I’m impressed (even as a Yankee fan) and pay it no mind. Then she goes to the bathroom. That’s when I noticed she’s wearing the authentic ’86 Mets full uniform. Yeah, you read that right. I stopped her, asked her what she was wearing. It turns out she was Bobby’s daughter’s best friend and had borrowed (without Bobby’s permission) the uniform he had kept from that season. She wore the full uniform to the bar — yes, even those particular “socks” you seem to like so much (no cleats, though — I think she had typical girl shoes on). I have no fucking idea why she did this. I assume just to get attention, which worked. I almost lost it. I took the best picture I could, but it’s not that great.

Contributions for the John Ekdahl Camera Fund are now being accepted. Meanwhile, if anyone sees a chick cruising around in Mets garb, kindly take a good photo, tell her to tuck in that jersey already, and then point her directly toward Uni Watch HQ.

Ekdahl, incidentally, checked in again on Saturday with this report:

My girlfriend and I are watching college football today. During one of the update breaks, they showed the highlights from the Oregon game. Out of nowhere, she said, “Jesus, those uniforms are hideous.” I have never once talked about their uniforms in front of her, so this was completely unscripted and uninfluenced. Pretty funny, especially since the uniforms weren’t even that bad (on the Oregon scale, of course).

And speaking of the Oregon unis: During yesterday’s game, the referee identified the wrong player when calling a penalty, which led broadcaster Dan Fouts to opine that the uni numbers (in that weird tapered font) too hard to read.

The Buckle Stops Here: Got an interesting note from Sue Timpson, who runs this auction site. She writes: “I found your web site while trying to research an old baseball belt buckle I have an opportunity to purchase. Made of brass, dated 1952, no other identifying marks. A commemorative piece? Or award? MLB or some professional item? Or wishful thinking?”

We’ve talked about baseball belts before, but I’ve never seen anything like this. Anyone..?

Speaking of belts: A few weeks ago, I showed this photo of a late-1800s team with really bizarre belts. Now Chris Hilf has come up with a similar example: Check out the belts on this 1907 Heinz factory team (here’s a closer look). I’ve never seen belts like this before, on or off the diamond. Anyone know more about this style?