There’s something about Air Jordan’s and just Nike’s period that will always keep me in the game no matter how much I feel like I’ve outgrown it. I’ve seen it all, the man wearing the shoes, the mystique, changing your shoes when walking through bad areas, retros, packs, fusions, price increases and though there’s a part of me that’s elitist in a sense with the “been there done that” mentality I’ll forever be that guy who casually looks at someone’s feet to see what type of kicks they got on. Case in point today I was shopping and I was standing at the register waiting for a cashier to open up. The dude in front of me had White/Black/Red 13’s on and of course I was aware the retro just dropped again and I passed but I started staring at them on his feet and I had the meanest flashback to ‘97-‘98. I could hear “Men in Black” and “Getting Jiggy wit it” in my head. I could vividly see my older sister dragging me to watch Soul Food with her when I still hadn’t seen Face Off and was pissed. Seeing those in the window and thinking they were the greatest things I ever laid my eyes on. All those memories came flooding back. It had to have lasted maybe 7 seconds but I was in a trance for what felt like 10 minutes. It was so trippy. And then I snapped out of it as soon as the next cashier called me over to the register. It’s the nostalgia man. Nike has a stranglehold on that ****. Jordan’s along with a few Air Max’s and other silhouettes are a reminder of a much simpler time that I reminisce on randomly. Such warm feelings. They got me for the long haul. The day Michael Jordan passes will be pandemonium...