Jersey Fouls: Pekka Head in Nashville; gallons of Oilers failure; celebrating Bah-ston

Jersey Fouls is our ongoing exploration of the rules and etiquette for proper hockey jersey creation and exhibition. If you spot what you think may be a foul in your arena, email a photo to us at puckdaddyblog@yahoo.com for inclusion in future installment.

We've had more than a few people called one in the comments, but we can say with certainty that this man is a Pekka Head.

From reader Victoria Martin:

Pekka Heads, we imagine, are like Parrot Heads, save for the fact you're not subjected to hearing an sexagenarian sing-shout lyrics about coconut telephones at you.

The number on the back does make us wonder: Is there a Pekka Head No. 1? Is it Rinne himself, or another fan? If it's another fan, how does one become the Big Pekka Head?

(Coming Up: The Boston accent in all its glory; terrible Fouls from our friends in Edmonton; Devils snark on the Rangers; a downer from the AHL; the Mark Sanchez Jets jersey; and word play in Chicago.)

And here … we … go.

Reader K. Carlson doesn't intend to park a car anywhere near Harvard Yard:

In fairness, his "friggin' BRAAAHD MAAHHHHHSHUAND jersey, kid" was in the wash.

James Swindellis writes in:

So, not a fan then.

We're not sure if this St. John's Ice Caps Foul is related to a specific player. We just know that there's simply no way this gentleman isn't that guy who screams "SHHHHHOOOOOOT" on the power play and yells "c'mon, ref!" on every clean hit. Book it. (via Alex The Grand)

The first layer of Foul here is the fact this is a Nickname Jersey for Edmonton Oilers Calder Trophy finalist Ryan Nugent-Hopkins.

But even if you're someone that accepts a nickname on the back of a sweater, we arrive at the second layer of Foul: IT's NUUUUUGE, NOT NOOOOOOGGGE!

The Nuge: Ryan Nugent-Hopkins. The Noge: a Spanish bus company.

Knuuuuuuuuw the difference.

This is a Protest Jersey, via Tyler Sontag, that's allowable by Jersey Fouls law if you're going by the book.

But there's something about the collage of tape, deleted numbers, marker and more tape that's kind of off-putting about it, like a child who threw together a diorama the morning it's due for English class. ("And here you see Tess of the D'Urbervilles chased by a Tyrannosaurus … raaaar!")

Besides, is that Souray nameplate over the number? Tara Reid's had less work done than this jersey.

Via reader Jesse Murphy:

Pretty clever. And whoever Ryan Coke is, we assume he'll be on the Oilers second D paring next season, by default.

Via Don Becker:

We've featured Mr. 15-Year Bust before, but never Winnipeg J-E-T-S Sanchez. It belongs to Jason Gutierrez of Forest Hills, who proudly sent in the image of his own jersey on the right.

It's an odd little idea to cross the streams on the Jets and Jets; we're just wondering how valid it'll be when Tebow's starting by Week 2.

John Millan is not amused:

That's a lot of lettuce to be so Foul.

Another Devils Foul, this time from Mark G.:

Just a guess here, but might the number of Mark Messier be related? In which case we can only assume this is part of some elaborate 18-year post-traumatic stress treatment after The Guarantee paid off.

And finally ...

Give it a minute.

From reader Kelly W Twomey

Well, when you go through life with the last name Nicated ...