Remember (at least I remember), when guys took their trophies to the office? Youd go to see your doctor, or accountant or lawyer etc and see his newest mount from Afrika or out west on the wall. You knew they were men, you weren't offended by them being a hunter, you had a common bond. My old dentist used to "talk" to me about his newest varmint gun during the cleaning. I was shooting a 22-250, he talked me into a 220 Swift.
Today I see jerseys on the walls and signed baseballs/footballs and I think, I need another doctor. Guys with jerseys and worse the little helmets are like the women who used to "service" the gladiators. Perhaps if it was YOUR jersey, you know the won YOU wore in a real game with the blood still on it. Otherwise Id be more impressed with your Good Conduct metal and the horrible Basic Training picture, cuz then Id know you actually served in the military