We Call Ourselves Chiggas

I went to buy some wrist­bands, because rule num­ber 3.4.4.1.2 of the 2004 ITTF Handbook basi­cal­ly states that peo­ple can only tow­el off once or twice a game. I look around for some Adidas wrist bands, since I usu­al­ly play in Adidas trunks, but unfor­tu­nate­ly, every place I look either has no Adidas wrist­bands, or they have the Adidas non-rac­quet-sport wrist­bands, the ones that are twice as long and con­strict the wrist. There was a set that was some brand I nev­er heard of, but it was half price and the logo looked like the skip but­ton on an MP3 play­er so I decid­ed to buy it any­way. Turns out that this brand is actu­al­ly Karl Kani, a brand name in urban fash­ion.

Let me back things up for a sec­ond here.

I’m pure Chinese by blood, raised in a neigh­bour­hood of sub­tle fam­i­lies who paid off their mort­gages, bought mini-vans to dri­ve all their kids to hock­ey prac­tice, and spent the week­ends plant­i­ng new sets of flow­ers in their gar­dens. I went to a high school for the sons of rich cou­ples and gov­ern­ment offi­cials. MY FREAKIN NAME IS JEFF. I’m prob­a­bly the last per­son who should be wear­ing “urban fash­ion”.

So yeah.

wut wut.

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