I used to swear by Linds. I wouldn't wear anything else.
Then one night a teammate put his foot under the seat in the settee area. Seems that someone had been eating pizza there earlier, and he stepped right on a piece. Pepperoni side up.
Peeled the sole off his shoe, dug another one out of the bag, and kept bowling.
If it had been me, I would have thrown the pair of shoes away, finished the night in house shoes, and paid another $100 or so the next day for another pair of shoes.
Instead, I went out and bought dexters the next week.
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