Every Shoe Tells A StoryI'd told Eli 13.7 this story before, and as I was cleaning out the closet in my study a few days ago, I stumbled on a box that had something very special I'd saved all these years.
Why do I still have a Stan Smith leather tennis shoe from 1978? Because of this:
That was a three hour and forty-five minute opening round match. In Brownsville. In August. It's still one of my favorite memories.
Yes, that's a hole in the shoe. I had to patch it with duct tape for the rest of the tournament.