Whats good ya’ll? I hope everybody is having a good week thus far. You know what today is, I shouldn’t even have to remind you, so I’m not… Sike, today is Wear Your Kicks Wednesday so I hope to see you guys partaking and showcasing that heat via: Twitter using the hashtag as usual; #WYKW.
Continuing on, yesterday we released the recap for #WYKW (4/30/14) which brings us back on schedule since we been behind the past two weeks.
Checkout Kickin’ It With Def Pen: Wear Your Kicks Pt.7 just in cased you missed it.
So we are officially 2 months in. Are you guys as excited as I am or nah?
This week we have a quest feature from a homie of mine, Mr. #HoopsShowdown himself Johnny or as known on twitter @Swoosh163. If you don’t know who he is or why I am referring to him as Mr. #HoopsShowdown here is a trailer for his upcoming basketball tournament;
#SpringHoopsShowdown
Ok now that I got you familiar, lets get into the kicks that Swoosh decided to share with us for this week. When I first received this story from him I was in complete disbelief, I mean I had a pair of these but once again just like with Ak’s story about the LeBron 9 Elite “South Beach” it was all about how he got the shoes. Let me not ruin it for you guys so instead of me babbling on lets get right into the story.
What’s up Def Pen?
So here’s a little story about an adventure I went through to get a pair of Air Jordan VII “Olympic”.
It was the summer of 2004 and I was working at a park in Hunts Point getting that “Summer Yummy” (summer youth) money. The “Olympic” 7’s were dropping but I had to work that morning. So I called my boy at Champs on 125th to hold me down. Supposedly I was good and my pair was put to the side, but someone dropped the ball.
After I lied to my supervisor at the time by telling him I had a big basketball game in Harlem, I get to Champs with my whole check cashed to find out my pair is gone!!!
So I’m running around Champs panicking and looking for my boy and cursing up a storm. Did I really lie to my manager and take a cab out here for nothing?!?!?!? I’m fuming because now I’m $18 broker and no Olympics, which I just bought an outfit for.
That day also happened to be the weekend of the “50” (the 50 used to be when Footlocker will allow friends and family 50% off sneakers/apparel for a weekend) so it was a zoo in there.
I had no luck finding him and no one knew where he was. So here I am standing in the middle of Champs looking like a child who lost his parents. As I’m exiting, I decide to just try my luck and ask a sales associate, “any chance any Olympic 7s left?” the young lady replies “I think someone just returned a size 8” mannnnnnn I DID NOT LET HER OUT OF MY SIGHT!!! I followed that chick like a young cub follows their mother! I met her at the top of the steps of the stock room and cuffed that box like Jerome Bettis and ran to the counter.
The story gets a bit better, the cashier ranged me up and thought the lady who helped me was a friend of mine and applied that good ol’ 50% off.
50% OLYMPIC VIIs!!!!
ALSO here is a shameless plug. The official flyer for my upcoming Spring Hoops Showdown.
