Last week, my entire life revolved around fighting the evil that lives within that athletic footwear. It is an evil that threatens to kill us all.

It wasn’t always like this. I remember the early days of football season, the days when the new vinyl football shoes arrived in their shoebox, wrapped in tissue and fragrant innocence. I remember the smell of freshly mown grass and morning dew as practice began, smells that even then were beginning their hideous metamorphosis…. read more.