Tell us about your favorite pair of shoes, and where they’ve taken you.
The simultaneous belief that he could dunk and take over the opponent with a killer-crossover. That was the lie the 10-year-old told himself, anyway.
The fantasy always ranges into credibility on the canvass where shostly outlines take shape.
Above the rim, the net more likely attrited by the whims of nature than a resounding two-hand Shaq jam.
But it was the shoes, the ultimate trigger for experiences of greatness and comfort. They were as essential as today’s iPhone camera.
The shoe: an expression, at most a veneer, that like any good placebo helped us dream.
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