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Although it’s endured more ups and downs than a Jeremy Kyle polygraph, the baseball cap has, for all intents and purposes, weathered the storms of fashion. What other menswear piece could survive the onslaught of something as vile as Von Dutch and still come out swinging? And, despite those shapeless, sad iterations that appear atop Brits abroad on the Costa del Sol, the baseball cap still caters to a cooler generation.

Gone, thankfully, are front covers of pre-rebrand Beckhams in matching level 10 roadman baseball caps. Ditto Jersey Shore (and its Satan spawn spin-offs), which – mercifully – hasn’t appeared on our screens in years. The dust has settled. The dark days are over. The baseball cap has risen from the ashes.

Historically speaking, the baseball cap is one of the oldest sporting products, first championed by the Brooklyn Excelsiors team of 1860 (yeah, I had to Google them too). Since then, this storied hat has graced the head of every major baseball player in American history and gradually permeated the mainstream.

In an age where sports luxe refuses to die (thank heavens), what could be more fitting than a baseball cap? There are thousands of variations available and the sheer choice can be overwhelming, so how do you hit the nail on the head with your cap?

Simplicity is key. Block-colour options from the likes of Nike and Adidas are perfect for off-duty or weekend ensembles. Nobody is suggesting you wear one in your upcoming finance meeting with the CFO, nor will you find anyone wearing a baseball cap at a Michelin restaurant. They’re supposed to be casual, and provided they’re used as such, the benefits are endless.

Take a bad hair day, for example. If you’re simply heading to the pub or work in a pretty laid-back office, you can throw on a plain baseball cap with ease (provided your look isn’t too tailoring heavy). Or, if a less-than-satisfactory barnet plagues you on that elusive third date, a cap is more than acceptable. Full concentration goes to your devilishly good looks of course, and when it’s later thrown on a bedroom floor (fingers crossed), nobody will give a shit about unkempt locks in the throes of passion. Imagine that, baseball caps helping get your end away.