Michael Pittman Jr. Signature American football wide receiver for the Indianapolis Colts T-Shirt

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1. Length is measured from the highest point on the collar down to the bottom hem. 2. Width is measured across the body of the shirt under the armpits, one way. 3. Sleeves are measured from center back to hem.