Last December, having been a dog owner for all of three days, I was letting our seven-pound puppy drag me around the neighborhood for about the 12th time that afternoon. I was completely exhausted, and I already had serious doubts I had what it took to make it work.
We ran into a congenial middle-aged man named Pat, in town from Ohio to visit his daughter. He calmed GG down, raved about what a handsome dog she was and we talked a little sports.
Something about Pat’s easy demeanor told me I’d found a sympathetic ear. Before we parted ways, I told him GG was my first dog, explained how difficult this first week had been and asked whether things would get better.
Pat looked me straight in the eye and smiled warmly. “You’ll have to put in some work,” he said. “But I can tell she’s a good dog, and you’re going to be just fine.”
Grasping for straws, I believed him. And it turns out he was absolutely right, everything worked out pretty great.
But it did take a lot of work, and things would get worse before they’d get better.
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IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve started doing some writing for Dime Magazine — itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s really sort of a full-circle kind of thing, since they were the first publication that ever let me write anything way back almost a decade ago. I lost touch with them for a while while I pursued some other things, but I always enjoyed checking in to see how they were evolving, and IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m excited to have recently gotten back in touch.
The post below is the second piece I wrote for Dime; this one was the first. (I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t plan to write about Michael Jordan in every post, itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s just how itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s worked out so far.) Check out their web site, they have great content every single day. And IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m excited, as always, to broaden my horizons a bit.
The thing people donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t get about sneaker collectors is that itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s often not about the sneakers themselves, but rather the stories behind them. You always remember your first pair of Jordans in eighth grade, or the sneakers you started college in, or the pair you got to celebrate getting a job you really wanted.
With all the hysteria about the Jordan Cool Grey XI re-release the past couple days, some people were thrown back to when they first released in 2001, especially with things once again becoming pretty tense out there at those late-night campouts at the mall.
But some people were thrown back even farther. My friend Kevin, who runs the excellent music blog somuchsilence.com, told me yesterday that he still has his first Air Jordans, given to him in 1985 — which happen to be the first Air Jordans, period.
He sent me some pictures, which IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d like to share. Consider it a small Christmas gift.
Note: The following is this siteÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s debut from Frank Pepe, who is the worldÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s foremost expert on sneakers, Canadian sports and hip-hop. HeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s as elusive as Keyser Soze, and about twice as lethal, but weÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re ecstatic to have his unique take on things here at the site.
I have two jobs now, but when I was flat broke I spent my money on Jordans.
I didn’t line up Saturdays to buy new pairs, but my eye was to the release board. Now I’ve all but retired from the game, and it’s come down to occasionally checking NiceKicks.com, they of the well-intentioned Asics collaborations and Phil Jackson videos. Amidst the colorful detritus and anachronistic mistakes that line this year’s new releases, one of Brand Jordan’s latest retros has been made much odder than normal. Keeping in line with much of this year’s crop,
it’s a Jordan I. Keeping in line with a number of classic retros — the Olympic VIIs, a player exclusive II or two, a bootleg or three — it’s navy and blue. These Jordans, however, are done up in Pistons colors.
Such a sacrilegious shoe doesn’t surprise me. Sloppily reconstituted retros litter Nike’s recent history and worse, my closet. Ill-executed re-curations have been all but law these last five years, and are so unavoidable that even the most stringent traditionalist has now a pair of orange, burgundy and elephant print-camo Air Trainers. Even Air Max loyalists twinged when the Jordan I lost its top two eyelets and became a mid-top. With the rise of these sacrilegious retros, there has been less and less attention to detail — two words: PSI markings, where are they — and my wallet is more and more thankful. These ill-conceived retro campaigns have let Vans in the pantry, but it’s still Nike or Other. This Nike, at first glance mistaken like so many others, might actually have a theme. An early Jordan, it also fits into the early part of Michael’s career arc.