GM Doug: TK my man, what. is. up?
TK: Uh, GM Doug? Where did you get hair?
GM Doug: Well, see, I loaded the Delorean into the TARDIS and then I went back in time and gave myself the Delorean and then I came back in that and my older self left in the TARDIS.
TK: Isn't that some kind of time paradox?
GM Doug: Hell yeah it is TK. I'm trying to speed the end of Earth Prime. What better way than a temporal metacrisis?
TK: Since when do you talk like that?
GM Doug: Talk like what? Listen, I know the draft is going on but there are some things I need to tie up. Make that next pick for me. Later skater!
TK: Alright, time to go to work.
TK: Oh man, dealer's choice or team shoe? Think I'll ease myself in.
With all the ass-kicking and anarchy this team has been founded on, sneakers don't seem like a good fit. I mean, maybe you can wear Chucks but only if you want collapses arches by the time you're 30, amirite? Boots are the way to go.
Taking a slightly different page from
@Chuck Downie , the Chimpanzees select the bouncing soul of the 8 hole cherry red Doc Martens.
@Young Sandwich , do it up.