Thursday, September 25, 2014

Raising a Sneakerhead

The Beginning

It wasn't intentional. I didn't even know it was happening.   Before I knew it, there was a sneakerhead in my house. The metamorphosis was gradual. My son Chandler's age and shoe size paralleled throughout his preteen years. It was a new school year ritual to buy him a new pair of Air Force I's.   A couple of months after the start of his 8th grade year, he came to me with a proposal.
“Dad... I've noticed that your tennis shoes are kinda 'dated'. Why don't you take my Air Force I's and get me a new pair?”
“Why should you get the new shoes? I work, but have to take your hand-me-downs?”
“Consider it an investment in the future. Say there's a college scout at the school... he sees me walking across campus outside and the sun is reflecting off my “icy white” forces. He's gonna say, 'Who's that kid?” and then--”
“Stop it... I'll get them this weekend.”
The next thing I knew, I was at the Nike Store every 4 months getting Forces. For his middle school graduation present(mother's idea) he asked for a pair of Lebron somethings. I got them. Over the summer, during the AAU season, he asked for a pair of Kobe's.
“WTF dude? Why can't you wear the Lebron's?”
“Dad! You don't pull from your shoe stash to play basketball.”
“So let me get this straight... I paid for a pair of basketball shoes that you'll never play basketball in?”
“Not the ones that add to my shoe game.”

Something's Amiss

That following August during tax free weekend, My wife gave me the shopping list. On it were Air Force I's and Jordan something. When I asked why he was getting two pair of tennis shoes, her reply was, “He doesn't want to wear his shoe game out.”
“Excuse me?”
“He'll wear the Forces between his other shoes. By the way, I promised him that if he gets straight A's the first 9 weeks, we'll get him these shoes that are going to drop about that time.”
I couldn't believe she made that agreement. The boy had only made one B in his lifetime up to that point. Needless to say, 9 weeks later, I was buying another pair of shoes. In the upcoming months, Christmas and his birthday rolled around. He got shoes both times.
That February, I asked him if he had picked an AAU team. He informed me that he thought my money would be best spent on a couple of camps and a pair of Jordans. Jordans? Really? I finally had enough and asked, “Why do you feel compelled to spend my money on shoes?”
“I'm a Sneakerhead, Daddy... I've got to keep my shoe game on point.”, he responded.
“Sneakerhead? Shoe game on point? You've got to explain this. " Those words triggered what seemed like a ten minute soliloquy.
                                          A sneakerhead is a connoisseur of top rated shoes. The variety
                                         of shoes in your collection is your shoe game. When the times
                                         you wear the same pair of shoes are few and far between, then
                                         you are said to have 'tight shoe game”. A true sneakerhead
                                         can't be seen in the same shoes too often. At least no one should
                                         be able to remember the last time you wore those shoes unless
                                         they just stalking you like that. Eventually I want to take my
                                         Sneakerheadom* to another level when I buy shoes to wear and
                                         shoes to display.
I was in disbelief.   Someway, somehow someone brainwashed my son. As the years went by, his growth spurt kicked in and he outgrew the USA LeBron's and all the other shoes I got him. He graciously surrendered those shoes to me, since he was now a size 13. He and I made an agreement that if he found the shoes at a good price or prove that I won't find them any  lower, I'll indulge his “shoegame”  as long as he maintaine his grades.

A night at the Movies

One evening at the movies, I looked at his feet and he's wearing mismatched shoes.
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“Boy, you got on mismatched shoes!” I whispered.
“No, I don’t”, he whispered back. “They're both KD VI. This is my shoegame swag.”
I didn't even touch it.

This is Getting Out of Hand

His shoegame did not become a problem until the  AAU season started for our youngest daughter,  Kerrigan. Three-day trips every other weekend. While putting my bag in the back of our SUV, there are 6 Nike shoe boxes stacked back there.
“What is this?”
“Dad, I can't risk being in the same gym with someone wearing the same shoes.”
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I shook my head and started the engine. That evening when we arrived at the hotel,  I googled Sneakerhead and could not believe this trend. Young and old; men and women were all a part of this movement. A Harlem teen, Chase Reed, started a pawn shop for sneakers. I even learned that an episode of the television series Numbers was named Sneakerhead in which “A stolen pair of "kicks" leads the team into the world of sneaker collecting after a foreign Ambassador finds his prized pair missing.”
I relented and entertained Chandler's Sneakerheadness* by asking, “How far do you plan on taking this thing?”
He replied:
                                          When I sign my NBA contract, get a Wall Street job, or take
                                          over the world(which ever comes first), my house will have
                                          a dedicated sneaker room. Those will be my “show” shoes.
                                          My everyday shoes will be kept in my two-story, walk-in
                                          bedroom closet.
Silly me followed by asking, “What pair of shoes would make your collection complete.”
“The Tokyo 5's.” He stated with a bit of reverence and admiration in his voice.
“When will those drop again?” I asked.
“Don't worry about it, Dad.” he said.
“No, I may get them for you.”
He replied. “ If you can get them, they start at $1,000.”
The following books are a great place to start  for people interested in “upping their shoegame.”
                                                         

I'll leave the shoegame for the young people. I'll keep it plain and simple. My son's sneakerhead and I love him.   I'll just be glad when he can afford his own habit.

* Chandlerism

Saturday, September 20, 2014

That “Oh Sh--” Moment

Sometimes you see it coming... Sometimes you don't. Either way, no one enjoys the sight of blue lights dancing in their rear view mirror. 9 times out of 10 the stop is for a reason. Many citizens unknowingly violate the "rules" of the traffic stop. "Rules? What Rules?" you ask. Today you will read the lost chapter from the driver's manual.

Every year law enforcement officers execute millions of traffic stops nationwide. These stops are a result of observed traffic violations by the officer or as the result of an APB. Many adamantly believe that they're being stopped so the officer can meet their quota for the month. Others believe it's just the police "fucking with me." Nevertheless, the majority of traffic stops are executed in the interest of public safety. How many times a week do you wish the police were there to stop someone driving crazy during rush hour? Although, that driver wasn't stopped, many crazy drivers are put in check via the Traffic Stop. Traffic stops have also led to the capture of some of America's most notorious criminals. Ted Bundy, Randy Craft, and Timothy McVeigh were all captured via the Traffic Stop.

From an officers standpoint, the traffic stop is one of the most dangerous elements of the job. It grinds my gears when the news media refers to it as a "routine" traffic stop. There is nothing routine about a traffic stop after the officer activates the blue lights; therefore, we refer to them as "unknown risk" traffic stops. The officer more than likely doesn't know the motorist he/she is pulling over. Therefore certain precautions must be taken. Officers must not become complacent on the traffic stop. Complacency is an easy way to get killed. The precautions officers take may make you feel like you're being treated like a criminal. Remember, officers don't know you or what's on your mind and you will be handled accordingly. There are a few rules for a traffic stop that will keep an unplanned encounter from turning into a roadside crime drama.

STAY SEATED. DON'T GET OUT THE CAR

Movement makes officers leery and simulates adrenaline production. Jumping out of the car and approaching an officer can lead to a misunderstanding. Furthermore, if there is a lot of traffic, the ability to hear each other is reduced. Thus increasing the likelihood of a misunderstanding. Once the officer has signaled you, pull over to the right side of the road and stop. If it's night time, turn on the overhead light and place your hands on the steering wheel and wait for his/her approach.

STAY IN NEUTRAL

 A motorist's bad attitude can tip the scale for or against a ticket.  Kissing the officer's butt is not necessary; nevertheless,  "Why you stopping me?!" is a good way to obtain a written explanation. After obtaining your driver's license, the officer will tell you why he/she stopped you. A few other statements can guarantee a nice citation are:

You don't have anything better to do?
Why don't you catch some real criminals?
Killing time until the hot doughnuts are ready?

DON'T GET OFFENDED

People get offended when the officer shines his spot lights into the car at night or gives an order to keep your hands in sight. As I've said before, we don't know you and would really like to go home to our families at the end of the shift. Our actions are not to be intimidating or threatening.
Also, don't get up tight because another officer pulls up. It doesn't mean we've called for back up. A good partner pulls over to check on his/her partner when they advise they've stopped a vehicle over radio. A great officer checks on any officer that is pulled over with a motorist. 

DON'T ARGUE THE TICKET ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD

If the officer decides to give you a citation, don't start a hearing on the shoulder. Every citation has a court date. Unless it is a mandatory court appearance, you have the option to go before the judge and argue the case. You will lose in the roadside court room every time.

SIGNING THE CITATION

Signing the citation is not an admission of guilt. Your signature indicates that you received a copy of the citation. You have the right to refuse to sign the citation and be immediately taken before a magistrate. Translation... Arrested and transported to jail. Claude didn't want Ray taking a beating over some cornbread and you should not go to jail over a $40 fine. Sign the citation then go home and plan your next move.

Hopefully, this has either provided new insight into the traffic stop or reinforced what you already knew. Traffic stops are a necessary tool for public safety. It is a necessary tool, yet a tool that can be deadly. Between 2003 - 2012, 96 law enforcement officers were killed during traffic stops.* Nearly 1/3 of those officers were killed approaching the vehicle*. For the law enforcement officer the stakes are high. Keep this in mind the next time you're stopped. Following these rules will help everyone stay at ease and this chance encounter will end on a positive note, even if you were given a citation. 

Checkout Anatomy of a Motor Vehicle Stop: Essentials of Safe Traffic Enforcement by Joseph Petrocelli. This book lays the foundation for officer survival curriculum for departments across the country. 

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* FBI LEOKA

Friday, September 19, 2014

Welcome to the Information Station

First, I'd like to thank CB Publishing for giving me this marvelous opportunity.  It's not like I interviewed for the spot or anything.  The boss and I have been friends since we were 12 or 13.  So he BETTER HAD let me in on this(or some very old parking tickets would lead to a boot on his car).  Seriously, I've always wanted a venue to share information with the public.  Enjoy the blog and throw the tough questions at me.

Byron "AlmightyB" Braxton