who we are

weird, on purpose.

Marthaler Park is about the drive there, the cooler between innings, and the story that gets better by August.

We don't take ourselves too seriously, because the people who wear our clothes are a bit weird, in the best way possible. Just like us.

Dashboard with scorecard, cap, and cooler at sunset
Post-game in the parking lot, lawn chairs and a trunk full of gear
Two friends keeping score on the bleachers at sunset
Walking up to the clubhouse with clubs and a cooler at golden hour

word on the street

so, what is this?

Started in a garage. Still kinda runs like one. We were trying to make the clothes we couldn't find anywhere — the ones that tip a cap to the city we grew up in, the team that broke our hearts, the sport that gave us friends.

Heavyweight fabric. Quiet embroidery. Small batches you have to actually catch. Honest about what it is, weird about how it says it.

We make stuff we'd wear. Then we make sure it's good enough that we actually do.

honest fabric

Heavyweight, garment-dyed, broken-in feel from day one.

small batches

When it's gone, it's gone. Sometimes it comes back. Usually it doesn't.

no logo

You shouldn't have to be a billboard. The story's in the print.