Imagine a baseball park where the vendors sell Cannoli, the swimming pool is replaced by a Toscano cigar lounge reserved for men over 80 wearing brown socks up to their knees and the 7th inning stretch features a blaring rendition of the Tarantella. Shots of Sambuca are available under Cinzano umbrellas in the Social Club Landing. Sausage and pepper guys hawk their wares, Gallo wine comes in souvenir cups and the Grandmothers in the back are making zeppoles by the bag.
Now you can own a piece of this utopian dream with this "Vespa of T-Shirts". We just call him Don, but you can call him Don Che Cazzo.