Daily Dunk: Anfernee Hardaway

I only owned two pairs of Jordans growing up. Understand that, for a kid from Chicago growing up in the late 80s and early 90s, this was on par with not having food. My folks were never into sports, nor did they much care about my happiness, so convincing them to get me $75-$100 shoes on a regular basis was simply impossible.

Thus, when I saw the first pics of the Foamposite Ones, Penny Hardaway's revolutionary signature sneakers, when I was 19, I wanted them immediately. The fact that they retailed for $200, becoming the most expensive mainstream basketball shoe ever, only enhanced their appeal. I was gonna cop them and it would wipe out years of frustration at being Jordan-less.

Lucky for me, I worked at a shoe store part-time in spring 1997, and my homeboy and I were not the most moral people in the world. (Read as: We had a broom closet full of shoeboxes for which our employer was never compensated.) Thus, the day the Pennys hit our stockroom - before they even hit the sales floor - your boy was flossin' the electric blue beauties after his shift was over.

In honor of this fond memory, I give you college Penny shellacking some kid from UAB at the United Center. Given the fact that Anfernee had the killer instinct of a hedgehog, such a move from him is surprising.