Nashville Sporting Goods

I have a peculiar sense of direction. No one would describe it as “good,” though many have noted I always get where I’m supposed to go, and occasionally, in taking an indirect route, the road less traveled if you will, I uncover something miraculous along the way. On a recent trip to Nashville with my good friend Joe Gannon, if not for a wrong turn on our way to breakfast at Marché, we would have never known that a store called Nashville Sporting Goods existed.

“Oh, did you see that?”
“What?” I said, staring at the GPS, trying to determine how we’d missed that turn.
“‘Nashville Sporting Goods.’ Place looked awesome.”

Joe says “awesome” a lot.

“We should check it out after breakfast.”
“I’m in.”

Stuffed to our gullets, we returned. After months of obsessing, Joe finally picked out a pair of coaches shorts made by Bike. He bought an adjustable baseball belt for his son, Quade, and we both eyed their selection of Nokona gloves. Amid our mourning the peril of the great American-made T-Shirts of our youth, and our admiring the vintage Nike posters tacked all over the first floor, Joe got a hankering for some coaches shoes to go with his new shorts.

That’s when he asked the sales clerk, Ryne, “Hey, you got any Spot-Bilts?”

And that’s when our wrong turn may have become a right one.

“I believe we do. They’re just upstairs. What size?”
“Um, I’m about an eleven?”
“K, I’ll be right back.”
“Do you mind if we come up with ya?” Joe asked.

Sometimes, you gotta push your luck.

Ryne could’ve said “No, I’m not allowed.” He could’ve even been nice about it. He could’ve told us to shove off, but on this particular Saturday, with no one in the store, halfway up the creaky wood staircase, he said, “Yeah. Sure. Come on up.” And we did.

When Joe arrived at the top, he turned around and looked at me wide-eyed. Just beyond the door, at the top of the stairs, were rows and rows of blaze orange vintage Nike boxes.

As we rounded corner after corner, we uncovered the most insane collection of vintage athletic shoes I’ve ever seen in one place.

These shoes are so tough.

Every box. Every case. I’d open it and exclaim, “Whoa! Awesome. Joe, Joe! Look! Kangaroo leather! Cleats! Awesome!”

These red, white, and blue, leather-soled Everlast boxing shoes were stamped, “Made in the Bronx.”

Digging through box after box, we found old dolphin shorts, football half shirts, and I found a box full of umpire’s stirrups.

“Oh, when I was little, I made my grandmother sew me a pair of these the night before my first baseball game!” Joe exclaimed.
“Put ‘em on,” he said.

“You look…”
“Awesome?” I asked.
“You’ve say ‘awesome’ like nine times since you’ve been up here.”

We said “awesome” a lot that day. This place is a relic. For about two hours, we paced the warped floorboards, trying to figure out how to ask if we could help them sell this stuff.

“They have no idea what they have here,” we kept repeating between hushed exclamations of “This. Is. Awesome!”

As we’re still scratching our heads over what to do with all this stuff, and we spend hours thinking about all the sporting goods stores across the country and around the world with new, old stock collecting dust, just waiting for us to come and document them, I can do nothing but remind myself, time and again, the reward is in the journey not the destination. And as I continue to navigate this life, as circuitously as possible, as more wrong turns become right ones, I can do nothing but sit and smile at my good fortune. I think about the people, the places, the things I’ve seen, and it’s awesome to realize: I’m one lucky guy.

Special thanks to Joe Gannon for sharing his photos and for sharing in such a great time — just two guys hangin’ out in the attic of aging sporting goods store. And thank you, too, to Ryne at Nashville Sporting Goods for allowing us to spend an afternoon digging through dirty boxes of smelly old gear, having a ball in the process.


  1. insane find. mental.

  2. You two could be the kings of Ebay. Looks like you just need a capital partner.

  3. Wonder when the last time they had someone ask for Spot-Bilts by name was?

    Well done.

  4. Matt Springer says:

    Classick. It’s all coming together now because I heard a kangaroo leather joke at dinner that night. Thanks for the great post Max.

  5. NICE. Deadstock is the most satisfying of vintage finds.

  6. Wow, sneaker heads are gonna flood this place if this blog gets linked around.

  7. this might be a favorite post…those photos are brilliant.

  8. Wow!
    I sported Spotbilt Monsters for several years in grade school. The floors were all marked to shit. They were some tough looking shoes that any kid would have loved since the rubber spikes protruded from the sides.

    At 37, I still play hardball in an old man’s wood bat league. I need those cleats and stirrups.

    Awesome post!

  9. Wow, amazing stuff. Can’t believe they hung on to so much product.

  10. Outstanding. What a find!

  11. Those Nashville shoe boxes are worth the post alone!

  12. I used to get my baseball uniform from there every year as a kid… I seriously forgot that place even existed. Nice.

  13. Fantstic ss button down. Love the purple, teal and orange together.

  14. Hugo Toohell says:

    Man. I worked for Hyde Athletic Industries in the late 1980′s, and those SpotBilts and Sauconys were old then!

  15. Holy shit, this place looks awesome. Mmmm, vintage trainers.

  16. I drive by that store every day on my way to/from work, and I’ve never stopped in. I will now!!!

    Thanks for the great article and pics!

  17. TheProfessor69 says:

    …Dudes I worked there for over a year ,almost two years , that is some of my script on the walls doors , floors. I know every inch of that place and there is a basement too. I can remember when the stock would be so high (upstairs) that the piles would fall over… monster amounts of things that people just dream of today. They used to carry guns, maybe they still do and one morning there was a hole in the wall to your left as you come in … they had come through the building next door and got a bunch of firearms. Just like in the frigging movies … that entire building and its contents are something out of a farging time machine. Great piece … a trip down memory lane … thanks men. Job well done.

  18. TheProfessor69 says:

    …I have a million stories about this old gem.

  19. redic

  20. FH – Right? Wish you’d been there. Keen eyes needed on these trips.

  21. Wow, I do LOVE classic sneakers….I do admire your talent in finding out all this secret places, or not so secret :)

  22. Thanks for this blast to the past guys. My father and baseball coach while growing up had just about every color of polyster Bike brand baseball shorts. green, orange, royal blue….

    There is nothing like the feeling of ascending an old rickety staircase to employees only area of an old store. What a rush.

  23. As a resident of Nashville, TN I had no idea this store existed. Can’t wait to get home and check it out, after I get home from my work trip.

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