Last October I bought some pretty nice hockey skates on a whim while I was in Columbus. They were a very reasonable price (much like the bi bim bap served near my old office in Oakland) so I took a chance. I guess I haven't been treating them right because they're starting to come apart. I'm proud of the rips and crap on the toes, that means I'm working hard out there but the coming apart part worries me. Not so much for the money required to buy new skates (which isn't a small amount) but because it took 6 weeks of hell and pain to get these bad boys broken in. I am in no hurry to go through that again.

I know, it's a huge crisis. But it kind of is.