None of the store employees I spoke with could recall moving a single jersey of the obstinate receiver, currently engaged in a mutually destructive holdout with the Niners.
"I haven't sold any. I haven't rang up even one since they got here" more than a month ago, said one cashier. "But our stuff does go on sale and that's when people buy stuff. What's really popular here is everything from the Giants. Baseball caps, T-shirts -- those are the ones we be selling fast."
If Crabtree makes good on his kamikaze threat to sit out the entire year and re-enter the NFL draft, his 49ers jersey will attain novel status: A uniform that never was.
Sports columnists have mused about the novelty of marketing jerseys for monumental busts like basketball player Yinka Dare or "He held on too long" uniforms of players who finished glorious careers with forgettable stints on subpar teams (think Franco Harris on Seattle, Joe Namath on the Los Angeles Rams, Steve Carlton on the San Francisco Giants, or Hank Aaron on the Milwaukee Brewers).
But a uniform for a player who never suited up for his team? That would be different. Unless, of course, your last name is "Crabtree" -- and the White Pages indicate at least nine of you in San Francisco alone. Hey, Crabtree -- and I mean you, too, Michael: What are you waiting for?