ere's the extent of my relationship with watches: As a kid, I had a Snoopy Tennis Action watch, the one where his front leg is the hour hand, the racket is the minute hand, and a tennis ball is the seconds hand. I wanted it so badly. Then childhood passed, and it disappeared. That was 40 years ago. I haven't worn a watch since. I do have an old dead watch from an old dead San Francisco men's store, still sitting in a drawer. Some guy I went on maybe 1 ½ dates with in 1999 gave it to me, very unromantically. I was in his apartment, I picked it up and looked at it, replica rolex and he said, "Take that with you," even though I didn't even know I was leaving. I keep meaning to get it fixed because it's moderately cool (at least to me; at this point, I know nothing about what's really "cool"), but I've had it for so long, I can't imagine I've ever been serious about this. The point is, until HODINKEE called, I basically never though...