This weekend we had to take the kids on the dreaded mission of buying new soccer and baseball cleats. Past experience has proven to us that the best and most economical place around us to purchase said footwear is Dick’s Sporting Goods. Now, call me juvenile, or call me perverted, but I just can’t help but laugh every time we go to Dick’s. The name just absolutely cracks me up. And I have to be careful that I make sure to giggle to myself in silence so as not to alert my kids to my junior high gutter mind. But, seriously, how can you not crack up in a ginormously-sized store called Dick’s that specializes in the selling of balls?
Every time we go to this mecca of all things sports, I tend to get a little lost in the enormity of this store. There’s just so much to see, that it’s unbelievable. Now, I’ve seen a lot of different Dick’s in my time (hee hee), but I think ours is probably the biggest (hee hee). It’s two stories of everything you’d ever need for every sport ever invented. And my husband absolutely HATES going there with me cause he says I act like it’s my duty to inspect every inch of Dick’s (hee hee). I usually end up working my way from the bottom all the way up to the very top (hee hee), even perusing areas with which I have no experience whatsoever. Can I help it if the super cool camping equipment display makes me want to pop a squat and roast a weiner (hee hee) right there on the second floor? And I even freaking HATE camping! I guess Dick’s just really knows how to get your attention.
We spent a good solid hour before we were finally ready to beat it (hee hee). And when we walked out of there, we had two new pairs of cleats, some baseball pants, a yoga mat, a pair of warmup pants, and, naturally, a set of golf balls. Cause what good would a trip to Dick’s be without a shiny new set of balls?