In addition to gray whiskers,  surgical scars and arthritic lumps on my knuckles, another thing I definitely tend to accumulate is T-shirts.

I don’t exactly have a thing about them beyond the fact that lots of things I do — mowing the lawn, shooting baskets, playing catch, watching TV — are readily done in T-shirts, but I guess that’s reason enough for myself and also others to have procured lots and lots of them for me over the years.

Probably because I have so many of them, they tend to last a long time. No joke, I have at least two that date as far back as the mid-1970s: a blue Yankees shirt my mom bought me, and (I can hardly admit I own this) a Kamikaze Kids shirt my sister’s then boyfriend (and now husband) got me when he was a student at Oregon; that was back in the days when, while I was a Beaver fan, I didn’t necessarily mind the Ducks because I hadn’t yet encountered the obnoxious UO backers who would one day sour me on lending any support whatsoever to OSU’s rival.

Anyway, I do like T-shirts in general, which is a good thing since I probably easily have 100 of them. Here are some of my favorites:

– A gray one commemorating the Olympics: the 2000 Sydney Olympics. I actually bought it for myself in Sydney during my lone overseas trip to date — and did so a full four years before those Games. Yes, they already had the memorabilia machine cranked up in January 1996 when I was there.

– A light green one that simply says “Putnam” on the front. It was given to me in summer 1978 by Rex Putnam High School assistant principal Kelly Hood as partial payment for digging away, by hand, this embankment in his backyard so he could put in an above-ground pool. It was the shirt all of RPHS’s coaches wore at the time, and I thought the shirts were pretty cool. Still do.

– A gray one I picked up at the Tillamook cheese factory that shows a shovel, a pitchfork and a wheelbarrow full of dung and bears the words “Manure Movers of America Local 239.” There is no such union, but if there were, I would definitely qualify for membership.

– Two different Hooters shirts, a black one I got at the restaurant in Missoula when I took my daughter Pam to go to college there, and a white one (honoring a Hooters in San Diego) that I picked up Goodwill.

– A gray shirt commemorating the 2006 Pro Bowl that my son Bob picked up for me in Hawaii, where the “game” had been held prior to this year. The Pro Bowl, in case you didn’t know, is basically a non-competitive joke, and Bob got the shirt for me just because he was so surprised there were actually souvenirs from the forgettable annual event (which he did not, btw, attend).

– A gray one I’ve had for probably 15 years that says “The Good, the Bad, the Ugly.” By the word good is an OSU Beaver; by the word bad is a UW Husky, and by the word ugly is a Duck.

– A black one I picked up at the Coliseum while covering the NBA playoffs in, I believe, 1992. Danny Ainge designed it; on the front it says, “You can talk the game, but can you play the game?” And on the back is a big basketball with the words, “Portland. We can play.”

– A gray one I’ve had for about a dozen years that honors the greatest fielder’s glove ever made, the Wilson A2000. I have two such gloves, btw, a 1979 model and probably a 2008 model.

– A royal blue one with the Superman logo on the front. I’ve been a big-time Superman fan since reading the comic books as a little kid, and I think my wife ordered me this shirt roughly 15 years ago.

– A maroon shirt commemorating the TV show “Smallville.” This shirt arrived at the Democrat-Herald about a decade ago, before the show had started or I’d even heard it was going to. I kept the shirt just because Smallville, as I knew from the comic books, was Superman’s boyhood hometown. Subsequently, my wife and daughter became huge fans of the show — something to do with Tom Welling, I think. I also have watched it occasionally — something to do with Kristen Kreuk and Erica Durance.

– A light gray one I picked up at shop in West Yellowstone, Wyo., about 10 years ago. On the front is some kind of little creature with the motto, “No species, no feces.” On the back are drawings of the “Endangered Feces” of the timber wolf, grizzly bear, spotted owl, bald eagle, etc. I wore this shirt to work one Saturday — when we are closed to the public, keep in mind — and I still thought Hasso was going to make me go home and change it.

– A white one I got during a Father’s Day giveaway at Safeco Field. It says “Mariners Dad.” I always thought that was sort of odd; kind of seemed like a shirt suitable for, say, Ichiro’s father.

– And finally, a red one I picked up at Goodwill maybe 10 years ago. It’s from a company called Big Ball Sports and in big letters on the front says, “Baseball is Life.” And then in smaller letters it says, “The rest is just details.”

Happy March 1, everybody. And to those of you who play the same ridiculous first-of-the-month game that I learned from my wife’s family, “Rabbit!”