Showing posts with label Shoes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shoes. Show all posts

May 17, 2015

Playing Court to the Classics

Clockwise from left: Adidas Rod Laver, Adidas Stan Smith, Spring Court 1936

Playing tennis should be as effortless for today’s gentleman as texting is for today’s teenager; one should know how to do and do it as often as he has the opportunity. But unlike texting, which has resulted in hordes of zombie-like youngsters, faces aglow in the pale light of their smart phones, tennis offers a more meaningful social opportunity. It also presents the opportunity for misstep and confusion unless approached with caution. Here is where the natural gentleman and his pedestrian counterpart differ: the former isn’t swayed by the technocratic claims of today’s sportswear marketers. At some point in the 1990s, the idea of modest, simple tennis clothing all but vanished, outside of the All England Club. For the stoutest evidence, the reader only has to scan down when watching his or her favorite pro player: tennis shoes have become nothing short of comedic. Mad neon colors, laces that coordinate with other parts of the outfit, air soles, and gel absorption are just a few areas where I recommend you tread lightly. (I cannot help but think here of that phenomenon of my youth known as the Reebok Pump.) But as is the case so often these days, falling into the pit clown-footed can be avoided by turning once again to the classics. (Because let’s face it, looking good IS winning, regardless of how the scorekeeper reads.)

While the classics are never a bad choice aesthetically, the only rub with wearing now what dad wore then is that today’s model is going to be imported and likely of dubious quality. My advice is to buy two or more pairs when you find a style you like. (Once, back in school, a friend reluctantly showed me his father’s closet. At some point, a shoe salesman had alerted his father that his favorite court shoe was no longer going to be made. In the bottom half of the closet were three stacks of boxes containing the original white and green mesh Rod Lavers in the same size. An imported version of that shoe has since been reissued but the idea of stockpiling in the face of scarcity stuck with me.)

But what if said quality results in discomfort on the court? It has happened to me and all I can say is that there is no better reason to stop play for a drink of water (or a sip of your Bloody Mary if it’s that kind of club.) Just be sure not to use your cheap shoes as an excuse for a lousy game. The assumption here is that nothing is at stake other than your reputation as an enjoyable opponent and good sport.

Color should be provided by the ball, the court surface, and your tan. Otherwise, stick with white. It really isn't just for Wimbledon. And white does not necessarily mean “new.” In fact, that should be avoided. Find a way to break in a shoe before you introduce it to your friends. If it means solitary service practice for a few days, so be it. Your doubles partner will thank you once he sees your improved topspin.

It’s important not to overthink this. I was once severely beaten by my brother-in-law (a former junior state champ) while he was wearing simple canvas All-Stars. (In white, naturally.) And yet I distinctly remember how, shaking his hand afterward, he left me with the feeling that we both had won. Was it the shoes? Maybe. Maybe not.

Naturally, I recommend you take all of this with a grain of salt. If score matters, go technical. None of this need apply in the world of leagues, ratings, or sponsored tournaments. Even I keep a pair of fairly recent (mostly white) Asics on hand for when a match is anything other than fun. (But it’s always fun, really.)

Final thought: If you’re not sure on the matter of socks, err on the cautionary side. History offers the unfortunate account of young Calvin Coolidge, Jr. and a fatally blistered toe. Granted, there aren’t a lot of us dying from foot blisters these days, but I’d rather not tempt fate. Besides, the contrast of a clean white crew sock above a scuffed-up or clay-stained sneaker sends a message to your opponent: I’ve never not been doing this. But let’s not get too carried away. After all, it is only a game.

August 3, 2011

Mighty White


I picked up a pair of Spring Court sneakers on sale (around $14) at my local J. Crew a month or so back as a replacement for some Van's that are starting to look rough. The stark white is a little much for me but now that I have worn them a few times I'm starting to get used it.

July 31, 2011

Alden Snuff Suede "West Egg"


I originally purchased these from Epaulet as "Spring" shoes but I see absolutely nothing wrong with wearing them all year round. (As a devotee of American Lit., I was completely taken by the model name.)

January 7, 2010

Shoes Of My Childhood

I grew up in a very small town.  My town did not have a shoe store.  Each year before school started my mother would take us to the next town over, which was also the county seat, and buy us the clothing we would need to make it through the next year.  As with most boys, it was rare for me not to have outgrown my shoes from the previous year by the time our annual shopping trip rolled around.  This meant that the local shoe shop, Don Stover's Shoes, was always a stop on our itinerary.  Don Stover's smelled of leather and polish and carried the moderately-priced and popular name brands of the time:  Florsheim, Dexter, Nike, Hush Puppy, and many different brands of cowboy boot.  Now, my parents were not wealthy but my sister and I never went without the things we needed.  On a lean year we might leave with one pair of shoes each, generally the only widely-available Nike at the time, pictured below:

On a normal year we would each get the Nikes for play and school as well as one pair of casual shoes and one pair of church shoes.  I have no memory of the shoes my sister wore at the time but I've recently recalled which styles I often walked away with and the reason is because the shoes of my childhood have turned up once again the last few seasons as popular choices amongst fellows in the know.

My normal choice for casual shoes was a leather blucher like the one above.  When I was younger I wore them with socks but when I got a little older I lost the socks and rolled up my khakis to show off my skinny ankles.  Sometimes instead of a blucher I would go with a deck (boat) shoe in a gray or brown (never blue) with white siped soles.  These were mostly school shoes but could sometimes be worn to casual church events.

My church shoe was always a Norwegian (weejun) style "penny loafer."  I considered these to be stiff and uncomfortable so the idea of wearing them by choice with jeans never occurred to me.  Also, the leather sole was slick when new so getting any traction when running was impossible.  Because of this, the first thing I would do on the initial wearing was drag the soles over as much concrete as possible in order to scuff up the bottoms.  The "cordovan" or burgundy color was normally a safe choice because it would go with khaki, blue, or gray pants (which were the only three colors worn by boys at the time.)

My grandpa considered it his duty to make sure that I always had a pair of cowboy boots that fit as well.  These are the shoes that carried me through my formative years.  The Nike Cortez was reissued as a retro style some time ago.  Versions of the blucher are available from L.L. Bean and Quoddy.  The omnipresent Weejun (originally from Bass) is now available from J. Crew as well as other outlets.

What are your childhood shoe memories?