Okay, let’s talk about those LeBron 11s, the Fruity Pebbles ones. Man, getting my hands on those back then was something else. It wasn’t just walking into a store, you know?
The Hunt Was Real
First off, I remember seeing the pictures leak online. That crazy colorful sole, it just popped. Instantly knew I wanted them. Problem was, so did everyone else. This was peak LeBron hype, and those limited colorways? Forget about it. They vanished.
So the process started. Woke up early for the online drop. Total chaos. Websites crashing, bots eating everything up. Took an L, obviously. That happened a lot back then. Didn’t stop me though.
- Checked forums constantly.
- Scoured sneaker groups online.
- Even hit up a few local consignment shops, hoping for a miracle.
It felt like a part-time job, honestly. You’re hunting, messaging people, trying to figure out if a price is ridiculous or just kinda high. Lots of fakes floating around too, so you had to be careful. I wasn’t trying to pay premium for some junk.
Finally Got ‘Em
After weeks, maybe even a month or so, I finally landed a pair. Found a dude selling them, barely worn. Still paid more than retail, of course. That was just the game back then. The meet-up was sketchy, like half these sneaker deals are, but it worked out. Got the box, checked the shoes, everything looked legit.
Bringing them home felt like a victory. Unboxing them again, just admiring that wild pattern. It was relief mixed with excitement. Sounds silly for just shoes, right? But if you were into sneakers then, you get it.
Wearing Them Out
Now, actually wearing the LeBron 11s… that was an experience too. They looked amazing on feet, no doubt. Got tons of looks and comments. But comfort? Ehhh. They weren’t the worst, but they weren’t exactly clouds either. A bit stiff, kinda heavy. Definitely more of a ‘look at me’ shoe than an ‘all-day comfort’ shoe.
I wore them quite a bit though. To casual outings, meetups, just showing them off. That Fruity Pebbles pattern got dirty quick, especially the white parts. Cleaning them became a regular chore. Eventually, they started showing their age. Scuffs, a bit of sole yellowing, the usual stuff.
Looking back, it was a whole process. The chase, the cost, the eventual wear and tear. It reminds me of that specific time, the whole sneaker hype culture thing. Do I still have them? Yeah, packed away somewhere. Don’t wear ’em much now. They’re more like a trophy from that era, a reminder of the hoops you jumped through for a pair of kicks. It was fun, kinda nuts, but definitely memorable.
