About Same Old Detroit

Hey there, I’m Pop.

Like what we call that fizzy stuff you drink over ice next to a Jet’s deep dish with ranch.

But also Pop, like Dad.

My daughter’s the one who started this whole thing.

She’s the brains, the one who knows how to turn a heartbreak loss into a  hoodie that people actually want to wear.

She gets all her creativity from her mother, but she gets her love of the city- and every stubborn sports allegiance- from me.

When she first told me she wanted to start a Detroit brand that only a true Detroit fan could make, I figured I’d help her fact-check a few baseball box scores from the ’70s.

Next thing I know, I’m a mascot. 

I think she just likes having someone around who remembers when Tiger Stadium still smelled like peanuts and cheap cigars. Its either that or she needs an accountant. 

So now we do this together. She picks the perfect US made fleece, mulling over the perfect shade of blue because it "matters for tone." And I answer questions, tell city stories, and try not to mess anything up! 

Every thread, every quote, every design has a little bit of her heart and a little bit of my memory stitched inside.

So thanks for being here. We've got some stories to tell.

—Pop 🧢