First Annual FreeDarko Roll Call: Lean Down
Two over-obvious things that were a long time coming: does this make for the single greatest truth we've ever fostered, or the worst example yet of end-of-week, league-at-a-lull FreeDarko filler?
Somehow, eight plus months of Klondike-ian chicanery have elapsed without a single mention of the leather, cloth, air, and rubber that calls our feet home. While you probably won't catch any of the Masters in a pair of brand new Jordans, or flying to Japan to cop some stupid pair of low-top Nikes in Urban Outfitters colors, we do love a good pair of sneakers—in ways that, as you'd probably guess, are extravagant, personal, and more than a little retarded. So in the spirit of this unspoken tie that binds us all, sound off with what your piggies call home on this sanguine morning; we want to know who, besides Brick, Emynd, Elandfried, Ken, and Aug actually looks at this site on the regular (we've got the numbers; we know you're out there en masse).
But although we'll only probably hear from the four or five faithful readers who feel comfortable going blow for blow with the Masters in the comments section, I look forward to finding out something vaguely substantial about you weird, oddly familiar, phantoms of specialized basketball knowledge. They say you can tell a lot about a man by the cut of his suit, his gait, and the angle of his hair, but I firmly believe that the soul lies in the shoes. If anyone thinks this is crossing some unspoken barrier of online anonymity, then pretend you're a forest instead.
(I will also totally understand if Emynd just wishes to refer us to one of his recent blog entries.)
Actually the real reason I'm proposing this is that I finally bought the shoes that I've wanted since they came out the first time, when ma dukes tried to teach me a lesson about value and responsiblity (it backfired tremendously) by making me get Alpha Forces or some other shit that set me back like five years in the kicks esteem department (at a tender developmental age, no less).
If only for today, Bethlehem Shoals happily rocks:
(This is not a sneaker dork contest; we want to know you by your footwear!!!!!!)