December 4, 2007 5:02 AM

Another DUMB@$$ AWARD wiener

Deconstructing Starbury: Dissecting Captain Crazy

DUMB@$$ AWARD wiener #697: Stephon Marbury

Watching the Knicks these days is a brutal, glorious experience; last night’s loss to the Celtics was the nadir in a season full of them. And the centerpiece of the madness is, of course, Stephon Marbury, the Tracy Jordan of the NBA. He’s mesmerizing; we can’t look away. In order to understand Marbury, we think we must look into his past…. In the past couple years Knicks fans have had to come to terms with the fact that their point guard and team leader is a true-and-living insaniac.

I’ve long since grown bored with spoiled, pampered athletes who believe that because of their surpassing talent the world owes them. Sadly, our society far too often caters to the whims and immaturities of these fools. Then again, who’s really the fool? If someone will continue to pay the freight for a Milton Bradley or a Latrell Sprewell, can you blame them for continuing their shtick unabated?

Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t even deign to deal with yet another spoiled athlete story. Then again, Stephon Marbury is no conventional spoiled superstar athlete. No, “Starbury” has some serious issues that he’s chosen to try to work out in public…and when you play on the worst NBA team in probably a couple of generations, well, let’s just say that New York isn’t the place to be a head case.

After taking a self-imposed sabbatical from the New York Knicks, Marbury returned to the team $182,000 lighter in the wallet- not that the loss of such a indignificant amount of petty cash would be enough to stir him from his sense of entitlement. Marbury’s selfishness has only helped to highlight the train wreck that has become the Knick’s season. With the league’s highest payroll and worst results (sound familiar, JailBlazer fans??) this season, the Knicks have been an absolute embarrassment. If Marbury is attempting to mope his way out of New York and on to a contender, he may in the end just get his way. If there was any justice in this word, Marbury would be sentenced to start and play for the Knicks- all 48 minutes, every game- for the duration of the season.

I don’t know, nor do I particularly care, what Marbury’s issues are. Good Lord, the man’s making a gazillion dollars a year for wearing short pants and chasing a round ball up and down a hardwood floor with other supremely conditioned hyperglandular men. It’s not as if he’s digging ditches or pumping gas. He’s a basketball player. Then again, perhaps a stint digging ditches or pumping gas might provide him with some sorely needed perspective. Get over yourself, already….

Jeebus, what a DUMB@$$….

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