Alright, so, a while back, I got it into my head that I really wanted to snag a pair of those “Flu Game” Jordan 12s. You know, the ones MJ wore when he was sick as a dog but still dropped 38 points on the Jazz? Yeah, those. They’re kind of a big deal in the sneaker world, and I’ve always been a sucker for a good story, especially when it’s tied to some iconic kicks.

First, I started by scouring the internet. I mean, really going deep. I checked out all the usual spots, the big-name retailers, and the sneakerhead forums. I even browsed through social media and found some people were selling them. Man, was it a jungle out there. Prices were all over the place, and honestly, it was hard to tell what was legit and what was a knockoff.
Then, I decided to hit up some local sneaker shops. I figured, hey, maybe I’d get lucky, and someone would have a pair in stock, or at least be able to point me in the right direction. I drove around, talked to a few shop owners, and mostly struck out. They either didn’t have them, or the prices were just insane.
Reseller Route
So, I went back online and started looking at resellers. It’s a bit of a gamble, you know? You’re never quite sure if you’re getting the real deal, and the prices can be pretty steep. But I found a couple of sellers who seemed reputable, had good reviews, that kind of thing. I reached out, asked a bunch of questions about the shoes’ condition, authenticity, and all that jazz.
- Compared prices, scrutinized photos like I was some kind of art critic.
- Read through the seller’s feedback, made sure they weren’t some shady character.
- Checked their return policy in case these are not the real deal.
Finally, I pulled the trigger. I found a seller who seemed legit, the price was high but within what I was willing to pay, and they had a decent return policy. I placed the order, and then came the agonizing wait. Every day, I was checking the tracking information, hoping they’d arrive soon.
Got ‘Em!
And then, one glorious day, they showed up. I ripped open the box like a kid on Christmas morning. And there they were, in all their black and red glory. I carefully inspected them, checked all the details, and compared them to pictures of authentic pairs online. Everything checked out. They were the real deal.

I slipped them on, and man, it was like stepping back in time. I could almost feel MJ’s grit and determination. Or maybe that was just my imagination running wild. Either way, I was stoked. I finally had my “Flu Game” Jordan 12s, and it was totally worth the hunt.
It’s not just about the shoes themselves, you know? It’s about the story behind them, the history, the connection to a legendary moment in sports. And yeah, they look pretty darn good, too. It’s a lot of time and effort, and I finally got them. A pair of the “Flu Game” shoes are now on my shelf.