I picked up basketball when I was 15. That was when Michael Jordan and the Chicago Bulls started winning NBA titles. No matter what your skill level was at, you believed in the redeeming powers of Nike Air. Especially when it’s found in Air Jordans. But I couldn't afford one and just wore whatever hand-me-downs my elder brother would leave me with. Needless to say, I wasn't very good as a result, and also, there were plenty of asses to be kicked.
So I started an A.J. fund by way of a part-time gig at McDonald's Centrepoint, manning the counter. One day, I was finally able to buy my first pair of Air Jordans. It was a good day. Except I wasn't very good at buying the right size shoes then due to the fact that I was going through my double growth spurt. It was one size too big and that slowed my first step to like, I don't know, reverse bullet-time speeds or something.
I have a little history with bball kicks. Off the top of my head, I must have bought more than 20 pairs of basketball shoes so far. Easily. Each pair would last a little under a year of intensive use. Anyway, Queensway Shopping Centre's the only place to go if you know what’s good for you. And like Mars Blackmon would say, “It’s gotta be the shoes.”
Oh, after getting that first pair of A.J.s, the only ass that got kicked was mine.
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