I wasn't expecting the kicks today so when the mailman knocked on the door I was surprised. I saw Packer Shoes on the label and knew it was on like Donkey Kong! I scrambled to open the box, fumbled around and took the shoes out. I couldn't wait! I had to put them on.... and just like that I was right back at that dimly lit PAL hitting kids with that vintage AI crossover. Breaking ankles left and right. I was a bucket machine. Nobody could see the kid! I was just like Iverson except I was taller, not quite as quick, much whiter, and instead of corn rows I had a crew cut... so basically I was Chris Mullin!
This was the first pair of "nice sneakers" I ever owned and to have them again, albeit a little different than the original version, is still a great feeling. I caught my first dunk in these bad boys. That alone makes them sacred, right? My middle school self just gave me crazy daps. I'm out.