No-Sign is a regular feature that gives an in depth opinion on whatever deserves a proper verbal thrashing.  Basically, instead of earning a highly esteemed Co-Sign, it’s about to catch fade on a No-Sign.  In this edition, the Roshes are running into some ugly territory.

…wait

Sorry…gimme a few seconds here.

Ah okay, there we go.

My bad.  Had to clean up the vomit on my laptop after I caught a glimpse of some of the Roshe inspired models Nike has in store for us.

For any of those that have been huge fans of the Roshe Runs since they dropped in the Spring of 2012, then you can easily commiserate with me.  What started off as Nike’s Rookie of the Year, with it’s simple and chic silhouette,  has taken a precipitous drop into a chasm of fugly lately with its newest iterations that the cats over in Beaverton have set to churn out.  I mean, we’ve got basketball shoes, hi-tops, and even snow boots set to launch and cause a critical pandemic of eyesores the whole world over.  Don’t believe me?  Watch…with the same caution and anticipation of danger that you have when playing Slender Man.

Yeah man…nah.

I’m really hoping that the shoe gods hear the collective lunches being hurled out of the mouths of loyal admirers of the Roshe Runs, because if what we’ve just witnessed is the definite writing on the wall, well then they will just go the way of the Nike Dunk and OD itself into Nike outlet fodder.

So please Nike, Phil Knight, Dylan Raasch, President Obama, don’t let this be the fate of such a promising shoe.  No one likes the acrid taste after throwing up, so why continue to put us through such?  I mean at least when we do it after a hangover or some bad sushi, there’s an almost instant relief.  In this case, the hideous reality would be on-going.