There are a few things we're loving at The Feed this summer. A new grill, repeats of The Office and 30 Rock missed during the season and Stephon Marbury. Sadly his gig as a blogger for the New York Post came to an end on Friday. Thankfully the ending was as sweet as the beginning.
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 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?
I’m at peace. I’m chillin in my hotel room in a small town somewhere, locking’em all down, thinking about how I can end this blog. My ipod is playing and one of my favorite joints from a fellow Brooklynite just came on which is how God would have me to end this blog…
The "joint" is by Jay-Z, of course, and is What More Can I Say. Marbury has done a complete 180 in the last month. The player who once drew scorn for proclaiming himself "the best point guard in the NBA" and sitting on the bench with a towel over his head has become an icon for thinking about the people buying the gear he endorses and talking about it with anyone and everyone who will listen. He even gets a shot back in at LeBron James, the Nike shill who slammed the Starburys for being of shoddy quality.
“I don’t want to be carried on no throne,” Marbury said, a reference to LeBron James’ appearance last week on the ESPY Awards. “I want to walk with the people because I’ve never abandoned the people because I’m a servant to the people.”
The people are digging it Steph. Let's bring the love to the court come the first game because it's filled me with high hopes, against my better nature, for the Knicks season.