The Sun Isn't Yellow. It's Smilodon.

Somebody needs to put David Poile in touch with Stacy and Clinton.

When Poile was with the Caps, their uniforms took a screaming nose-dive from a respectable, if dated text logo to an eagle falling on its face, over a teal background.

Poile found better sartorial company in Nashville, but they've just moved to yellow-on-yellow.

It reminds me of the time my big sister and I dressed up as Batman and Robin, and she was able to halfway make a batman costume with her five-year-old's crafts skills, but I basically spent the day running around in a pair of yellow shorts and a yellow bed sheet.

In order for this uniform to look good on you, you have to be a building. Not just any building, but a tall, angular building constructed entirely out of tinted windows. That is how cool you have to be to pull this sweater off in public. A single pair of sunglasses will not suffice. A helmet and ice skates?

Those won't help either. Seriously, walk around your local mall and count all the people wearing heavy, rubber-lined plastic helmets. I bet you won't run out of fingers, even if you only use your littlest one.

That's just not what the kids are into these days. A helmet won't help you look normal in khakis and a polo shirt. A helmet with a cage over your face won't make you look cool in a three piece suit. The face cage might call to mind dogs with biting problems or circus bears, but it certainly won't help you pull off a pair of yellow plastic pajamas.

Sorry. The sabre tooth tiger is kind of cool. But it's not helping you look like a grown up, either.

It's a surprise that fashion mishaps would follow Poile around so steadily. I've always counted on him for fashion advice. He's basically famous for using appearance to improve people's perceptions. After all, Poile is famous for becoming the youngest general manager in the history of the NHL by growing a moustache before the interview to look older.