The "new" Lebron Jame$ $hoe..................

Don't worry mom'$ and dad'$ it'$ only $290 not $315. (actually $peaking for my$elf here) Marcu$ you have 8 pair$ of ba$ketball $neakers, and the la$t time I checked you only have 2 feet. $o the an$wer is NO!

http://espn.go.com/nba/story/_/id/8288491/nike-claims-reports-300-lebron-x-shoe-price-inaccurate


Rmember the Canvas converse All-Stars. Chuck Taylors. High top's, I got a brand new pair back in the early 70's for $7.00! Of course look at where I am today.

So what if you stopped on the floor and 1/2 the tread remained on the court!

beat

beat,

$180 for a pair of sneakers! And according to the article sales on sneakers >$100 are up 30% last year. I guess all the whining about the economy is overblown, huh?

As someone who ran the courts in the canvas-top Chuck Taylor Converse All-Stars (never liked the Pro-Keds) I can't even conceive of paying that much for a pair of sneakers. I'm sure I'd reconsider if basketball was a central part of my active athletic life (at almost 59 it isn't anymore, I'm strictly a spectator now) since that's the equivalent of an avid skier paying top dollar for good skis or boots but for your average rank amateur? I'll bet a lot of the kids wearing these don't even play basketball, they're just wearing it for "the cool". And how many of the kids (I presume it's kids wearing these) play basketball vs just being LBJ wannabees? At $180 a pair, I assume they're not paying for them out of their paper route money.

Our priorities and perspectives today are sooooo screwed up. If my father was alive and he heard about $180 sneakers, it would kill him.

This is some graffitti I took a picture of last summer when I was in Venice, Italy. I'd say it pretty much sums up my opinion of people who spend exorbitant amounts of money just so they can be "cooler" than everybody else. Being cool is a state of mind, not a wardrobe budget.

https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=231630446877555&set=a.231604720213461.62259.100000918046731&type=3

bob


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bobheckler wrote:beat,

$180 for a pair of sneakers! And according to the article sales on sneakers >$100 are up 30% last year. I guess all the whining about the economy is overblown, huh?

As someone who ran the courts in the canvas-top Chuck Taylor Converse All-Stars (never liked the Pro-Keds) I can't even conceive of paying that much for a pair of sneakers. I'm sure I'd reconsider if basketball was a central part of my active athletic life (at almost 59 it isn't anymore, I'm strictly a spectator now) since that's the equivalent of an avid skier paying top dollar for good skis or boots but for your average rank amateur? I'll bet a lot of the kids wearing these don't even play basketball, they're just wearing it for "the cool". And how many of the kids (I presume it's kids wearing these) play basketball vs just being LBJ wannabees? At $180 a pair, I assume they're not paying for them out of their paper route money.

Our priorities and perspectives today are sooooo screwed up. If my father was alive and he heard about $180 sneakers, it would kill him.

This is some graffitti I took a picture of last summer when I was in Venice, Italy. I'd say it pretty much sums up my opinion of people who spend exorbitant amounts of money just so they can be "cooler" than everybody else. Being cool is a state of mind, not a wardrobe budget.

https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=231630446877555&set=a.231604720213461.62259.100000918046731&type=3

bob


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My earliest sneakers were Red-Ball Jets when I was a little sucker. "runnin, jumpin, chase-in, RED BALL JETS" as the comercial went!

Then I "graduated" to a pair called "Randy Basketball Sneakers" then the Cons as we called um!

beat

Bob

check this out.....

Hey, kids, get Red Ball Jets! You'll run like the wind! You'll jump in giant bounding leaps!
Pioneer Press
twincities.com
Posted: 07/12/2012 12:01:00 AM CDT
July 12, 2012 9:42 PM GMTUpdated: 07/12/2012 04:42:15 PM CDT



Writes The Crone's Daughter: "My experience with 'great expectations crashed to earth' happened when I was just 6 years old and entering first grade.

"Students were required to have tennis shoes to change into for going to the gym. For girls, this meant the white canvas pointy-toe kind.

"For months I had been watching, with amazement, the Red Ball Jets commercials on TV, where kids could run like the wind and jump in giant bounding leaps while wearing these shoes. I asked my mom, The Crone of St. Paul Park, if I could get the Red Ball Jets instead of the much cheaper kind. At first she said no, but eventually she gave in, and we went downtown to Dayton's (I believe) for my new school shoes and gym shoes.

"I could barely wait to get home and try these shoes out. I can still recall the rubber smell when I opened the box, and I remember the little red dot on the heel of the shoes that were going to make it possible for me, a regular girl, to do 'anything at all I could ever, ever want to do.'

"With great expectations I put on the tennis shoes and went outside. I knew these shoes were only for the gym, but there was no way I could have waited. When I started to run across the back yard and try out some leaps, nothing magical happened. Not only did I perform the same as always (mediocre range), but the shoes were stiff and uncomfortable. I was a sadder but wiser first-grader.

"My gym shoes for second grade were the cheaper kind."


MY COMMENT

Geesh I don't know about her but they made me run faster (especially from the Henry twins (Terry and Jerry) that always tried to get my lunch money) and I jumped at least an inch or so higher too!

beat

beat wrote:Bob

check this out.....

Hey, kids, get Red Ball Jets! You'll run like the wind! You'll jump in giant bounding leaps!
Pioneer Press
twincities.com
Posted: 07/12/2012 12:01:00 AM CDT
July 12, 2012 9:42 PM GMTUpdated: 07/12/2012 04:42:15 PM CDT



Writes The Crone's Daughter: "My experience with 'great expectations crashed to earth' happened when I was just 6 years old and entering first grade.

"Students were required to have tennis shoes to change into for going to the gym. For girls, this meant the white canvas pointy-toe kind.

"For months I had been watching, with amazement, the Red Ball Jets commercials on TV, where kids could run like the wind and jump in giant bounding leaps while wearing these shoes. I asked my mom, The Crone of St. Paul Park, if I could get the Red Ball Jets instead of the much cheaper kind. At first she said no, but eventually she gave in, and we went downtown to Dayton's (I believe) for my new school shoes and gym shoes.

"I could barely wait to get home and try these shoes out. I can still recall the rubber smell when I opened the box, and I remember the little red dot on the heel of the shoes that were going to make it possible for me, a regular girl, to do 'anything at all I could ever, ever want to do.'

"With great expectations I put on the tennis shoes and went outside. I knew these shoes were only for the gym, but there was no way I could have waited. When I started to run across the back yard and try out some leaps, nothing magical happened. Not only did I perform the same as always (mediocre range), but the shoes were stiff and uncomfortable. I was a sadder but wiser first-grader.

"My gym shoes for second grade were the cheaper kind."


MY COMMENT

Geesh I don't know about her but they made me run faster (especially from the Henry twins (Terry and Jerry) that always tried to get my lunch money) and I jumped at least an inch or so higher too!

beat

beat,

I swear I have never heard of these sneakers! Must not have made it to NY (although that does sound unlikely). When I was little, I was the only Jew in a neighborhood that looked like the ethnic, cultural and racial equivalent of Noah's Ark. I used to come home all beat up and bloody. My father kept telling me to "just walk away". I told him I couldn't walk or run away from 4-5 kids all bigger than me. He looked at me, sighed, and said "Ok. Turn your body sideways, put up your hands and tuck your chin behind your shoulder. Punch like this...". He finally realized that discretion wasn't an affordable part of valor at that time for me. After a few confrontations, they started leaving me alone, or I left them on the sidewalk. I still wasn't big but I was quick as a snake and had a lot of payback to dish out and they were shocked when I fought back at all. Somebody in every family inherits "the Mommy look". That's the look you get when you say or do something you know you shouldn't have said or done and she looks at you like "wait until I get you home" or "wait until I tell your father". When you see it your blood freezes, your sphincter tightens up and your mouth goes dry as you start contemplating the end of life as you have known it to-date. In my family, I inherited "the Mommy look", not my sister. Add that to a small but pissed-off snake with a chip on his shoulder and a host of grudges to collect on and you've got the turning point in my childhood.

bob

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Bob

great story

As I mentioned I was tormented by the Henry twins, Jerry and Terry, looked just alike and they were mean. Not much bigger than me but there were 2 of them. No other kids bothered me much that I recall.

Well in the school yard I could always run away from them as I was pretty fast back then...

trouble was they rode the same school bus and it's hard to run away when there green walls and seats are close and the aisle is a foot wide. Plus you had assigned seats and the Henry boys were right behind me about 2/3 rds the way back.

They took turns snaping my ears and doing other terrible things to me and other kids. Remember the video of that bus monitor that got heckled in Rochester a couple months ago. Well I think I felt like she did.

Like you I'd go home and cry to my parents, like you they told me to handle it the best way I could.

So a week or so later after a particularly bad day of school I was riding home and again the flicking snap of my ear began along with the taunts, well I sort of snapped a little like Ralphie in the Christmas BB gun movie. I had my Zorro metal lunch pail and turned and swung it as hard as I could. Took one of the Henry twins right across the face. I have no idea which one. They both wore glasses and I guess I broke them too!

Blood and a smashed lunch box and a broken thermos inside were the aftermath.

I got in a bit of trouble, nothing real serious. Got a new lunch box out of the deal too, a Kit Carson with a matching thermos bottle too.

And I got my seat moved. (in a couple of ways, wink wink) Those were the days of real punishment.

beat