Some of us have been in the sneaker space for a long time. I am grateful for the days of sitting outside of shopping malls with like-minded sneakerheads as we waited for the sun to come up and Foot Locker to open. Here in Arizona, it was always Metrocenter.  If I couldn’t snag the new Jordans at Foot Locker, I would take the escalator up to Champs. But some mornings, your size sold out before you got to any of the registers. And if they did, you had to drive home to crack open the Yellow Pages (some of you might have to google that one) and call other stores to find out what sizes they had in stock. If Chris-Town Mall had the size, I jumped in the ’84 Honda CRX and drove across the valley to pick em up.