of the best guard in the league

when was the last time you thought about stephon marbury being one of the more important figures in the NBA?

you may argue that his latest antics have made him relevant again. if you believe that, i suggest you find the hardest wall you can find (preferably it has nails and crawling ants) and bang your head against it until you realize just how twisted your brain is. by "relevant," i mean as a basketball player, and not as a character.

yeah, it's been a long time. so long, in fact, that the last time you thought of him as a superstar was probably way back in 2004. and to aid your brains in processing how "old school" 2004 is, here are some quick facts about me that year.

1. i was a second year high school student back then (now, i'm a struggling college junior)

2. my 2004 hairstyle was a sorry imitation of the one michael buble (yes, that guy who did his own rendition of the original "spider-man" theme) sported that time (today, my head looks like a microphone)

3. my height back then was 5 foot 6. well in the 5 years that passed, i managed to squeeze in at least another inch and a half which now currently gives me the height of a filipino point guard (but i play small forward). SIDE NOTE: i plan to overdose on cherifer to fulfill my dream of being able to dunk a basketball and get drafted to the NBA's oklahoma city thunder and be their franchise player.

yep, for five years, stephon marbury crashed back down to earth, was buried underneath it, hit the planet's core, and even plummeted further down the abyss, seemingly never to return to prominence.

but thanks to the unexplained wonders (or we're just too lazy to find answers to these wonders) of internet streaming, starbury (as he calls himself) has slowly found his way back to the "i'm being talked about" list of basketball players, but too bad he's in the "zach randolph zone." and he's staying there.

so much for being the best guard in the league then.

well, following stephon's 18 to 24 hour streaming sessions can render my butt numb or even my brain fried. thankfully, neither has happened to me yet. but what did occur to me was the thought that this basketball player, who's supposed to find happiness by being drafted to the NBA and annually earning money enough to pay my tuition fee for 8 semesters, is left a broken man.

life just isn't about earning cash and hearing that "cha-ching" sound. heck, in his case, it's not even about doing the thing you love anymore.

so what is his life all about then?

is it talking in front of a laptop's webcam?

i just don't know.

that's something i hope to find out as i continue to watch his life from a computer screen.

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