I grew up playing hoop in Nike shoes, running in Nike shoes, buying Nike shoes in the Nike store. Never, not even for a fleeting moment, did I think I would pass the Nike logo out my backside. It’s almost like flushing a pair of shoes, but not really.

I cannot recall ever having run through poop, though I’ll bet it happened. I ran through mud all the time. There had to be some poop somewhere in all that mud. Maybe this is the world’s twisted way of balancing things out. I don’t know. All I know is that Nike is everywhere these days, even in the toilet.

[This person's poop is not a product of, nor affiliated with, Nike. ~ Editor]