Throwback Jawn | Philly Bad Boys Beanie
The Philly Bad Boys Beanie brings me back. Now there are certain things in life that I personally couldn’t give two fucks about, alot of things actually. Things like appearing in court, my monthly appointments with my parole officer, what people think about me, etc., etc. One of the few things I do care about is dressing right. Now I don’t mean rockin’ the newest, most expensive gear just because of the price tag. The price of the clothing doesn’t matter to me. If it looks good it works regardless of the price tag. Hats are always important to me, fitted hats mainly. And beanies in the winter.
Back the days when I was a youngin’, I’d say around the mid Eighties, the “Bad Boys” gear was all over the street. It was around the same time Hip-Hop started to explode so everybody was manufacturing what they thought was “hip-hop clothing”. Most failed miserably, some kinda made it and a very few knocked it out the box with simple everyday gear that just happened to be fly as hell. The Philly Bad Boys hats & tees were everywhere. They came in all different colorways and there was also a few variants of the actual logo itself. Below is the “Philly Bad Boy” beanie, the only image I can find online besides the trademark info. Both the beanies and the baseball hats, as well as the t-shirts were manufactured and distributed by The Game sportswear, mainly hats from what I see online.
There were different variants of the hats, both the beanies and snapback baseball hats that had different parts of the city embroidered on the logo like “South Philly Bad Boys”, “North Philly Bad Boys”, etc. These are, how do you say nostalgic or whatever. When I see one of these hats it brings me back to the eighties. Those were the fuckin’ days, before I fucked myself up with drugs, before the nonstop in-and-out of prison and parole violations, before the lunatic females driving me crazy. In those days people were still carrying around boombox radios, laying cardboard or linoleum on the sidewalk out in front of their houses and break-dancing. The name belts, the graffiti, the Adidas Shelltops & the Lottos with the map of the city on ’em. Hip-hop was blowing up and everything was lovely. Now everything sucks.
