So as many of you have probably noticed by now, I have a bit of an interest in basketball. And as many of you have probably pointed out, "unhealthy obsession" is probably a better term for it. I love it! Reading about it, watching it and ultimately, playing it. However, this makes for a lot of hours of the day that I spend with this little basketball thing. The plan thus far has been to take Shana to live games to get her into watching the game so that the time I spend watching it can be "quality time" with Shana. This particular scheme has not played out in the manner I had hoped.
Moving on... I am obsessed with basketball because when I was growing up I wanted to be "like Mike". This involved being a spoiled kid who's mother would reward him with a pair of Jordans if he did well enough in school. Well now those memories of awesome shoes have come back to haunt... Shana. Not only does she have to deal with my love for basketball and literally fight for my affection with a ridiculous game, she has to see my constant battles of nostalgia (over awesome shoes like this) vs. saving for some wedding that's coming my way. BEFORE you get in a huff, wedding almost always wins out (up until recently) and I have missed some beauts because of my WWJD-esque "selflessness" (example). However, each time I even consider purchasing a pair, it usually involves this little exchange:
Andrew: Oh man... another pair of Jordans is coming up. They're the (insert number) that I had when (insert story of childhood here).
Shana: Silence
Andrew: Dammit, they're coming out on (insert date) and they are (insert price). But they're so awesome!
Shana: Sighs
Andrew: Seriously, what do you think?
Shana: They're nice.
Andrew: Oh man, should I get them?
Shana: I don't know, don't you think you can use that money for the wedding?
Andrew: That's true, but man, so many good memories and... dammit.
Shana: Oh my GOD! Just get them then. Geez.
Andrew: No... no. I shouldn't. Oh well.
Shana:
Really, this probably happens once a month now because they have been releasing my childhood favorites over the past two years like every month (6s, 7s and 11s). So her patience for my "shoe porn" as we have come to call it has worn a little thin. The problem is some wonderful things have happened at work and it looks like I'll be having some excess disposable income (blessed!) and the first thing I'm thinking is... uh-oh, I can afford these shoes.
Nostalgia has just received some serious ammunition in the battle for my finances. I'm scared everyone... I'm scared.
