When I woke up this morning, I swung my feet over the side of the bed, curled my naked toes to stretch out and began to think about what I had to do that day.  After a brief run to the kitchen for a snack, it was now time to get dressed for what the day had to offer.  I reached into the closet and pulled down whatever shirt was on the top of the pile, grabbed the next pair of pants from the drawer and slipped into my outfit.  I was almost ready to begin the day.  The final step of creating my not-to-picky wardrobe was to warm up my uncovered toes.  So I stretch way out to the top of my closet and fount the holy grail: my "golden" shoe box of socks.  On tap today was a throwback pair of retro tube socks rocking my high school mascot the tigers. As people often say to me back home: "Caleb, your sock game is too strong".