They named it Slam. Do you know what a slam actually is? Four tournaments, one calendar year, all of them. It has been done a handful of times in the whole history of the sport, and I say that as someone who came closer to it than the record makes obvious — no. No, I am not doing that again.
The point stands: it is an enormous word to put on a sleeveless shirt, and I rather like the nerve of it.
The Nike Court Dry Slam Women's Tennis Tank Top belongs to Nike's Dry family, which works the way Dri-FIT works: a microfiber construction that pulls sweat off you and spreads it across the surface of the cloth, so it goes as a wide thin film rather than sitting in the weave getting heavy. Nike states plainly that the property is permanent for the life of the garment.
Nothing to reapply, nothing to wash off.
This tank belongs to an older generation of Nike's naming and the manufacturer's own record no longer carries it. I could not verify the fabric split, the strap cut, whether there is a shelf bra, or the size run.
Now, the honest part, and I have learned to do this early.
The current Slam tank in the line is documented — racerback, a poly-spandex body with nylon-spandex overlays — but that is a later shirt with the same surname, and passing off a successor's numbers as this one's is the sort of thing that used to happen to my records constantly and irritated me every time.
Kota Kinabalu is where it has gone, and it is a good posting. Coastal, equatorial, humid in a way that has to be experienced to be believed — the air is so wet that sweat sits on you rather than leaving, which is precisely the condition a wicking fabric exists for.
The Atkinson Clock Tower is up there, a square white timber tower from 1905 that survived the wartime bombing when almost nothing else in the town did. Timber. It outlasted the concrete.
You will wear this everywhere from an evening clinic back home to the stairs up to the Signal Hill platform, and by the way, it is perfect for an evening at the City Mosque out at Likas, blue and gold inside its own lagoon, which is the single best hour that town has to give.
Four tournaments, one year, all of them. That is an enormous word to put on a sleeveless shirt, and I admire the nerve.
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