IT'S THE SHOES! Air Jordans

                   

                       This is what a genuinely happy man looks like. Air Jordan XI Space Jams on my feet on a Saturday night. Doesn't get any better than this.

(Air Jordan XI Space Jams)

                    I will never play the game of basketball Like Mike. I can't dunk, I can't hang in the air, stick my tongue out, and sink-dipsy-do layups after like 5 seconds, and I topped out at 5'7". The closest I will ever be to Jordan is in NBA 2k where I own all challengers with the '96 Bulls. But hey, I may not be able to rule hard like Jordan, I can most certainly try and dress up Like Mike.

                   It's the shoes. Whenever I lace these bad boys up, I feel like I'm legit-ly reppin MJ. I feel like I'm wearing a piece of basketball history. I've only worn Js on the court twice in my life; once in the 5th grade wearing OG AJ XIIIs during P.E., and a month ago rockin white/red XIIs for my last game ever as a GMA7 employee. I don't think I'm worthy of playin in my Js, I just rock 'em to look fly.

 

(Air Jordan XII White/Reds)

                        Any Jordan fanatic must have felt that at least once in his life; flashing that smug look as we count the heads that turn in the mall when we walk past them rockin our Js fresh out the box. The satisfaction in our hearts whenever we have Jordans on our feet, as we swish a fadeaway J with a hand in our face on the playgrounds. The genuine joy we feel as we watch re-runs of our favorite Michael Jordan moments on TV, with stacks upon stacks of Air Jordans in our rooms. The pride in being able to say, hey, I got those exact same Jordans that Money wore when he played in (insert memorable Jordan moment here) 

                        

(Air Jordan XIII Flints)

                Aside from the second three-peat Js (XI, XII, XIII), I got white/red 1s, and the Black/White/Maize XX3s (are they the Stealths?) Hit y'all up soon with those and the kicks I use to ball in.