Stephon Marbury: Out of His Damn Mind

High on LifeBeing a Minnesota Timberwolves fan, I’ve always known that there was something off about Stephon Marbury. After the Minnesota front office made it clear that Kevin Garnett would be their franchise player, tactically and fiscally, Marbury pouted and forced a trade. This was at a time when the Wolves were fresh off a playoff season and the trio of Marbury, Garnett and Tom Gugliotta looked like the best young core in the West (Remember, Googs was an All-Star power forward in the West before shredding his knees). At the very least, Stephon’s priorities weren’t in the right place. It’s likely no coincidence that for each stop of his career, the team ‘Starbury’ left has had a better record the following season (Minnesota in 98-99, New Jersey in 01-02 and then Phoenix in 03-04).

This summer, Marbury has kicked it up a notch though. He’s acting like a lunatic just about every chance he gets. First, the player who had said just last summer that he wanted to “die a Knick” informed New York media that he intends to leave the franchise and play in Italy when his contract is up after next season, “I’m not just thinking of doing it, I’m going to do it . . . My wife loved it there. It’s like a [David] Beckham thing.” He’ll be just 32. In defense of his recent behavior, Marbury said, “This is definitely the happiest I’ve ever been. I think me having a better understanding about who I am in my life and what I want out of my life, now that I have control of it, it’s a lot easier to be myself opposed to the way how things were. Before, I was basically rebelling against so many different things. Now for myself, it’s a lot easier to just live.” Gotcha.

Stephon has been blogging for the New York Post all summer, serving up some wisdom that is sure to inspire plenty of head cocking and eye squinting:

What I’m doing is bigger than basketball. Trying to take what I’m doing off the court and add it up to what I’m doing on the court is apples and oranges. It don’t add up. This movement is bigger than that.

I did an interview in Cleveland during the tour. This PR girl said that I finally made sense in that one cause I didn’t make sense in the interview I did with Beck in NYC.

If my sense don’t add up to yours, then pay me no mind. Feel me?

[ . . . ]
I do have one admission. I am high, high off of life.

I drink life’s happy water which is bottled at the divine source.
It goes down much smoother than “haterade.”. How does “haterade” really taste?

The entire interview he did with Bruce Beck on Mike’d Up for WNBC is below. The whole thing is like watching a drunk driver, knowing a terrible car accident is right around the corner. You want to reach out and shake him, or at the very least throw a trench coat over his head and spirit him away from the cameras before he can make an even bigger ass of himself.

ETB’s take on Marbury’s summer of love? He’s clearly on drugs.

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