Nothing But Love :: golf blogger

The topic is shoes, the things we wear on our feet -- or the things we do not wear on our feet. Many people have only one pair; many people have more than one pair, but wear only one pair; many people have more than one pair and wear enough of them to justify the purchase of more and more.

I bought a couple of pairs of Rockport casual dress shoes, one pair cordovan wingtips and the other brownish I-don't know-the-style-but-they look-cool-tips. I say brownish because the color of the leather reminded me of baseball glove leather -- yeah, weird. I love baseball glove leather, not the dyed-black Josh Beckett kind or the dyed-red Pedro Martinez kind (although I do have a dyed-red model like Darryl Strawberry used to wear back in the day before he crashed, which I had to get because someone decided he didn't need to return the Wilson A-2000 I loved forever). Okay, enough of that. Shoes.

Then, for more casual times, I got a pair of Skechers, dark-brown leather, slip-ons, no laces. I just slipped them on. And I have a pair of leather clogs and a pair of fisherman sandals, both of which I like a lot; and I don't care if anybody else likes them.

I've been wearing the baseball glove leather Rockports to court and the office, mainly because I have no idea where the cordovan wingtips have been for the longest time. I should have figured it all out when I saw, the J-Dogg, the 18-year-old wearing the clogs, but I thought he was being kind of lazy, y'know, what with the ease of putting them on; and he was taking the garbage cans out to the curb.

He always maintains that he wears size 13. I wear 12's -- I used to wear 11 or 11 1/2, but a few years back I had a bout with deep vein thrombosis, a blood clot in my right leg; and ever since then, I could probably squeeze into an 11 1/2 wide, but 12's are better. Sounds huge -- 12. But that's a foot, and I have two of them. Whatever.

But then I met the J-Dogg at Starbucks one day. He was wearing the Skechers, so I asked him why he was wearing my shoes. Upon reflection, that was a stupid question. What did I expect him to say? So, he likes those shoes -- I have not worn them in months. They are not my shoes anymore. And the cordovan wingtips? Those are his shoes. I don't remember it going down this way, like him buying them or me buying them, but I can't wear them anymore -- because they are his shoes.