NEW SKATES, NEW SKATES, NEW SKATES

Yes, it's true, Slam has finally ordered new skates. YIPEE!!! My skates I have now are so wrecked. I bought them when I first started skating and they were the cheapest pair I could find. Oh my beloved Boxers, what a love hate relationship we have had. First you didn't fit because you only came in full sizes and I'm a half size. So I stuffed the right skate with tissue paper and wore extra socks. Then the crappy wheels you came with made me slide all over the place. And then came Westbrook, and you tried so hard but you were no competition for the asphalt and broken glass. Neither was I for that matter. Then a funny thing happened, I became attached to you. You are like my favorite pair of sneakers. Even though you are old, ugly and beat up, you are comfortable and we've been through so much together. Don't worry, when my new skates come I will not throw you out into the cold. We will still be friends and I will look upon you with fondness. I will even use you from time to time when I don't want to ruin my new skates. With that said, I await my shiny new Riedell Vandals.