The Language Wars Continue

Mike and I had a little argument over the weekend that went something like this:

Me: Mike, do you want to come to the Nike outlet with me to pick up a new pair of trainers, or do you want me to just get a pair that's in your size?

Mike (AKA the laziest man alive): Just pick me up a pair. If they're Nikes, they'll be fine. Size 10.

Me: Any particular kind?

Mike: Black.

Me: I take it you don't want high-tops.

Mike: You mean baseball boots?

Me: What did you just say?

Mike: Baseball boots.

Me: What the **** is a baseball boot?

Mike: It's, you know, kind of like a trainer that goes up your leg like [demonstrates]

Me: You mean a high-top sneaker.

Mike: It's called a baseball boot.

Me: Do you play baseball over here?

you get the drift. Unstoppable force meets immovable object.