Rafa and Ronaldo sell cleats
Apr 19th 2012 by BasilSome might say the ‘ball’ sports are under-represented on this blog, but who can blame us? Let’s say it together: there’s no gear.
Granted, Poo-holes (is that how you spell it?) probably has a favorite bat, and apparently Delilah is coming after Jason Terry’s knee-highs, but generally non-standardized gear is sacrificed at the alters of those unholy gods, competitive balance and fair play[1].
But let’s not forget the cleats.
Let’s give props to the folks at Nike, they managed to make two of the least likeable people on the planet seem plausibly humanoid. We see you Nike.
We know how Rafa feels. Some jerk with spikey hair clowns you for the game winning goal and you’re looking at him, hands on your knees thinking:
I work out, I go to practice, what gives? …Man those cleats are fresh.
Inevitably, the jerk with the spikey hair is wearing fancier, flashier, definitely more expensive cleats. And so begins the feets-race[2].
