NEW YORK — Guess it’s safe to say Stephon Marbury no longer is interested in earning any Brownie points . . . or continuing his tainted NBA career in New York . . . or pretending he doesn’t care what coaches, teammates and columnists say about him.
Guess it’s safe to say they don’t come with any less self-esteem than Larry Brown. Coaches have to die before receiving the kind of acclaim this Hall of Famer has, yet he’s compelled to defend himself against Marbury’s blither and blather.
Guess it’s safe to say we know exactly who’s answerable for uniting these two postulating posteriors and not having the commanding presence to demand their silence when their public bickering began months ago.
This is what happens when the devil sells his soul to two divergent creatures of egocentricity.
In a state that has no-fault insurance and no-fault divorce, but never no-fault sports, it’s safe to say there’s no reason and every reason to spread the blame.
If an expensive restaurant’s food is no good it’s the top chef’s fault, or the guy who preps. The chef plans the menu and buys the ingredients. He’s in charge of the kitchen and responsible for how it’s received by the customers.
Marbury was a professional pest for 7 1/2 seasons when Isiah Thomas secured his maximum contract and minimal curiosity for anything other than stats.
Nevertheless, it’s carelessly incorrect for people to write Stephon “wore out his welcome” in Minnesota, New Jersey and Phoenix.
Only the Nets were desperate to deport him; Marbury forced the Timberwolves to trade him, whereas, the sputtering Suns (in the stands and standings) saw an opportunity to create cap space and seized the opportunity when Thomas agreed to take Penny Hardaway’s hardcore salary as well.
You would think Thomas knew exactly what kind of player and person he was getting when he acquired Marbury: Talented. Tough. More competent in a halfcourt game than on the break. A terrible teammate. Defensively delinquent. Rude. Sullen. And uncoachable if required to do something he detested.
But, if Thomas didn’t know Marbury’s qualities, quirks and ignoble obsessions when he got him surely they became transparent in the 1 1/2 seasons prior to Brown’s arrival.
Of course, Marbury became Marbury.
Why would he change with Thomas indulging him every which way?
Who do you think warped Marbury’s already swollen opinion of himself by telling him he’d be the best point guard in the league if he applied himself on defense?
Marbury instantly forgot the last part of Thomas’ statement and buried himself with the first part.
You would think Thomas also knew exactly what he was getting when he pursued Brown. He’s been the same coach and the same person for as long as I’ve known him dating back to our days in the ABA.
No wonder I don’t take issue with most of Marbury’s observations!
Brown crosses the line when criticizing players, turning personnel problems personal in a heartbeat; this is one of Stephon’s favorite chants, accusing detractors of personal attacks.
Brown doesn’t have to resort to authoring a hardcover to reveal confidential conversations, locker room secrets and upper management riffs.
In fact, in an exceptionally, unstable, paranoid profession, Brown is easily its most insecure member.
Tell me I didn’t read that Marbury should be suspended for questioning Brown’s integrity!
How often has Brown agreed to terms with his next team before leaving his present one?
You tell me, I only know for sure about four situations. Just to backtrack one team, how long do you think Brown’s agent Joe Glass was tampering/talking to Cavaliers owner Dan Gilbert and/or his people before the Pistons were even approached?
I have it on impeccable authority, in the midst of Brown’s East Hampton talks/negotiations last summer with Thomas and team owner James Dolan he was hitting up Chris Mullin, a Long Island summer neighbor, for the occupied (Mike Montgomery) Warriors job.
In the first, final and foremost analysis, Brown and Marbury came to the Knicks as advertised. The ingredients were clearly marked. So were the warnings. Yet Thomas put them together anyway.