Alright, let’s talk about those Valentine’s Day Jordan 1s that dropped. Heard the buzz building up for weeks, you know how it is. Saw some early pics online and thought, “Okay, those look kinda neat,” something different for the collection, maybe even something nice for the missus, who knows.
The Game Plan (or Lack Thereof)
So, the usual routine kicked in. First thing, I checked all the usual spots online, see who’s getting them. Made a mental list, which quickly became a real list ’cause I’d forget otherwise.
My approach went something like this:
- Checked the main sneaker apps – you know the ones. Set notifications.
- Looked up local sneaker stores, saw if they were doing raffles. Most were app-based raffles nowadays.
- Entered every single raffle I could find. Filled out my details, shoe size, payment info, the whole nine yards. Probably did this on like, five or six different platforms.
- Set an alarm for the main online drop day. Just in case, right?
The Waiting Game and The Result
Then came the waiting. Raffle results started trickling in… mostly ‘L’s. Got one email saying “You weren’t selected,” thanks for rubbing it in. Kept hope alive for the main drop, though.
Release morning. Got up, coffee in hand, phone ready. Logged into the app a few minutes early. The countdown hit zero, tapped furiously to enter the draw. And then… the dreaded waiting screen. Spinning wheel. Felt like forever.
After maybe ten minutes, the notification popped up. Surprise, surprise: “Your entry wasn’t selected.” Same old story. Didn’t even bother checking the other sites at that point, figured they were long gone.
Didn’t even try going to a physical store. Heard the lines were nuts hours before opening, and honestly, I just don’t have the energy for that anymore. Plus, chances are they barely had any pairs anyway.
So yeah, another hyped release, another swing and a miss. Seems like you need insane luck or some kinda bot magic to grab pairs like these straight up nowadays. It’s just how things are. Didn’t get the Valentine’s Day Jordans. Maybe next time, or maybe I’ll just stick to the less crazy stuff.
