Though my childhood was filled with hours in front of the television that allow me the ability to still recall and recite numerous commercial jingles from my youth—from Amazin’ Fruit to Gator Golf and on down to Crocodile Mile and Crossfire—I haven’t had cable for a few months and rarely see TV adverts anymore. However, at the gym yesterday, I saw a commercial that spoke to me on an oddly primal level. It was as if someone had reached directly into my imagination, plucked a flitting flight of fancy out of my noggin and made it a shoe commercial.
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