Isn't It...Iconic?

The other day I arrived home to see a package sitting inside the door. I did a quick mental inventory and couldn't remember ordering anything (not that my mental inventories are ever very accurate) and I was pretty sure I didn't recognize the shipper, so I took the box into the other room and opened it.

I'm pretty sure I recognize that silhouette...


Inside the Jumpman box I found a shiny, new-smelling, uber-stupendous pair of Jordan Icons in my size. These are honest-to-goodness basketball shoes, just like the pros wear. My wife came home shortly after and gave me a suspicious look when she saw new shoes on the table. I had been talking about basketball shoes, you know...

Luckily I was not in trouble, as the shoes were another kind gift from my Uncle Clair, who I imagine is encouraging me to find a ball and a hoop as well as issuing a challenge to bring my game, such as it is, to one of the family gatherings where basketball is the name given to familial bonding.

The shoes fit well, like a glove for my feet, and they offer very good ankle support. I may not be breaking anyone's ankles with my crossover dribble, but I won't be breaking my ankles off either. And they sure do look good on my feet. Once again I find myself at the mercy of another's generosity, and I suppose the best way to show gratitude in this case is to make sure these kicks get plenty of court time. Thank you again, Uncle Clair.

And I apologize just a little bit for the music reference in the title of this post.