Stephon Marbury has dirt on Isiah Thomas and he’s not afraid to share it

November 14th, 2007 | Posted by PostmanR

So, this whole Stephon Marbury AWOL adventure away from the Knicks is great because it’s totally Starbury and it’s totally what the Knicks have become under the tutelage of one Mr. Isiah Thomas. Things are naturally falling into place; the Earth is still rotating around the sun. The New York Daily News (it’s headline today reads “It’s War-bury!” How clever!) digs a little deeper into what actually caused the spat between Marbury and Thomas. Here’s what Frank Isola’s got:

 According to a person close to the team, Marbury’s air rage began when Eddy Curry, following a conversation with Isiah Thomas, told Marbury that he and Marbury were being pulled from the starting lineup against the Suns.

Upon hearing that he would back up second-year guard Mardy Collins, Marbury marched toward the front of the plane to meet with Thomas. Five minutes later, an enraged Marbury told his teammates that if he wasn’t starting he wouldn’t suit up for the game. But it was something else Marbury said that stunned his teammates in the back of the luxury plane.

“Isiah has to start me,” Marbury fumed, according to the source. “I’ve got so much (stuff) on Isiah and he knows it. He thinks he can (get) me. But I’ll (get) him first. You have no idea what I know.”

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“It seems like he and I kinda go through this every November,” Thomas said. “And then a couple of weeks go by and we kinda kiss and make up and we get back to the business of trying to win basketball games. Hopefully, in the next couple of days this will be resolved.”

Ah yes, let’s blackmail our coach because we aren’t starting in a game against Phoenix. I’m not quite sure what Stephon has on Isiah, but I’m willing to bet it involve something that rhymes with dagina. Gosh darn it … I love the Knicks.

{HT: CSTB}

Stephon Marbury is the righteous, and you are the tyranny of evil men

October 4th, 2007 | Posted by PostmanE

Why we haven’t been paying as much attention to the Isiah Thomas trial is beyond me. I think it might have something to do with overall fatigue, or something, but that’s just an excuse. Because there has been way too much blogworthy material for us not to have devoured at least some of it.

Anyway, even after an $11 million+ settlement, the thing is still kicking. Stephon Marbury — whose inclusion in the whole thing really had to be the kicker for MSG — thinks he sees Jesus, just like Gino before him.

“One, it happened three years ago,” Marbury said. “It’s my personal business. People shouldn’t snoop around your porch when they need to snoop around theirs. Everybody has skeletons in their closet. No one sin is greater than the other. So nobody can judge me and I can’t judge anybody else. I can’t get mad at how you feel about me. That’s how you feel. How can I get mad at that?”

Marbury added, “Nobody’s perfect and I’m not the same person I was three years ago. I can’t try to convince anyone of that when people are writing things about you and they don’t even know you.

“I’m never going to control how someone feels. You have to continue to try to live a righteous life, try to be as positive as you can and not live in a negative state of mind.”

Far be it from me to criticize a man for trying to live a righteous life. However you define “righteous” (whether it’s the way Jules in Pulp Fiction quoted it or not), that’s a noteworthy goal. I’m just not sure stuffing interns in the back of a truck is the best way to go about it, that’s all.

{HT: Sports Frog}

The Suns have a rich history of almost being good in the playoffs

May 9th, 2007 | Posted by PostmanE

And, in the spirit of their win last night (hint: they’re still sort of screwed right now), nothing illustrates that fact quite as nicely as the menagerie of playoff clips put together by AZSportsHub.com.

There’s Raja Bell’s shot from last year, Amare’s block on Tim Duncan last year, a little Charles Barkley, a little Stephon Marbury … the list goes on. But I’ll choose site favorite Dan Majerle’s 1993 3-point fest. You just can’t beat that kind of shooting out of that sort of hunky man-meat. Mmmmm.