Patty Ewing's

I remember when I was 9 years old, waiting for the teachers to sound their horns to signal play time after we ate lunch. We would rush out to the middle court with our rubber basketballs in our red Chinese bags. It was always my crew (Patty and Ryan) against them (Franz and Daniel), we fought world wars everyday while we still were trying to digest mechanical formed chicken patties and 2% low fat chocolate milk, but we all knew this was the court, where the cool kids played. My love for basketball started at a young age, I still remember hoopin downstairs with my playsckool. I don't know what got into my parents when first introduced me to hoop since they never played basketball, but I'm glad they did. It help me develop a love, a passion, a hobby, a lifestyle, an attitude that is still strong today.

My mom would never let me buy the expensive shoes. It was what the cool kids were wearing and my bother's best friend Chris was always rocking, the newest shit. He had the illest style and I always envied his sneakers. For some reason mom would always take me to Jamaica Ave. when it was time for new kiks. She loved going to KFC after shopping where she sweared that "the chicken is bigger here". Mama was right, the distributors knew where to send the premium pieces. To the hood. I still remember the little shack where I copped my first Knicks hat, some of my earliest and most vivid memories were at the ave with my mom. We would hit up V.I.M, it got me off, it felt like watching my first porno. I guess it was seeing all the new kiks that were out at that time. Either it was the new Penny's or the Bo Jackson's, but it was the mecca of sneakers stores, all their sneakers were stacked on the wall, in between the isles, stacks and stacks. I was always stuck with the mid-level shit, never got a taste of the new MJ's or Griffey's. After trying on a few pair, mama finally ok'd the Ewing's. At that time I was bummed out but I was a die hard Knick fan and I knew I would be reppin. I was a bit scared and embarrassed that the kid's at school would make fun of me because it wasn't the "Nike's". I was always worrying about what everyone thought, it must have crossed me a million times that they would look at me as the cheap ass Asian kid that couldn't afford the real kiks. But then their was Ryan Punsulan, he was my best friend and the cherry on was top was that he was a die hard Knick fan too, Ewing's #1 fan. I couldn't believe he was sweating my Ewing's. He loved them as much as I loved his mom's iced tea. That iced tea was legit always made with TLC, it was always cold, always had the right amount of fresh lemons, and always sweeter then the suggested amount. It was iced tea, but we didn't have that at my house. It's 2013 and who would have thought they would bring back the Ewing's. No longer a mid-level, but an exclusive.