When Starbury Was King
Not “the” King, but still.
Here’s how pitiful I was back in February, 2001: I had a pair of these, and I wore them to Continental Airlines Arena when the Lakers—my Lakers—and my favorite player—Mr. Bean—came to town to visit the Nets. In short, I was Holly MacKenzie, only taller and not Canadian.
I was hardly the only Laker fan in the building that night, but I was certainly the only one wearing both a press pass and Kobe’s signature shoes — and, given how they matched the couches at his house, my jockriding wasn’t exactly subtle. I didn’t care, and my shamelessness was (in my mind) justified when I exchanged a pound and a laugh with KB after his 38 points and an OT game-winner lifted the defending champion Lakers over the hapless Nets, 113-110.
Kobe was really good that night, obviously. But Stephon Marbury was better. Just a few days after he outdueled Kobe down the stretch in what remains my all-time favorite NBA All-Star Game, Steph went for 50 points and 12 assists to push the champs to the brink. Basketball-wise, this might’ve been the best three or four-day stretch of Marbury’s career.
We’re reminded of that 50 and 12 because LeBron James — about whom a homeless man once warned Cavs fans not to get too excited, because he wasn’t going to be very good* — went for 50, 10 and 8 last night, making him the first player since Steph to put up a JFK and an FDR in the same game. Reading that last night was a nice reminder of how good Marbury once was. It also reminded me that most people probably don’t believe he ever was that good in the first place.
For a long time, SLAM was the only media outlet to proudly carry Steph’s jock. I believe we are collectively past that now, but the funny thing is feeling like we need to justify how much love we used to show him. I don’t think we do, but I’ll go ahead and do it anyway. Mostly, people assumed we had his back ’cause SLAM was so NYC-centric, which it was — to an extent — in its earliest days. But by the early ’00s, much of the love we showed Steph came from guys like Lang and I, who are from Atlanta and Cali respectively. So it really wasn’t a New York thing. It came down to the fact that he really was pretty f*cking amazing.
And here’s the thing: We weren’t the only was who knew it.
Wake-boarding around the internets this morning, I stumbled across this game recap, which may or may not have been written by a 17-year-old Jake Appleman. I love the genuine tone, the voice of a die-hard fan who can be so proud of a team that’s got twice as many losses as wins, simply because they’re trying. He knows they’re not good enough, but he appreciates the David v. Goliath effort, particularly from his team’s only star. You can almost see the tears of joy in Joe Netsfans’ eyes as writes that Steph was “sensational” and “larger than life.”
But then there’s this, which might in retrospect be the most compelling thing anyone ever wrote about Stephon Marbury:
God bless you, magic man, for making life as a NJ Net fan more than bearable. Does anyone love the game of basketball more than you?
Yes, he wrote that about Stephon Marbury, and none of us who frequented Continental during the Steph era is surprised. This is part of why we loved him, too. One of my strongest memories of Marbury back then was when he was out with (I think) an ankle injury, on the bench as his totally outmanned teammates played inspired (but almost always losing) basketball against better teams. Gimpy as he was, dude would be jumping off the bench and waving a towel, the biggest fan in the gym. He looked every bit the guy who loved the game and his teammates.
I think it’s safe to assume that very few people remember this Steph, and that nobody will remember him this way in five or 10 years. In a way that things that aren’t all that important in the world can be considered a “shame,” this is a shame.
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“How many times have I seen Keith’s total INABILITY to bend over quick enough to pick up a loose ball? He has the flexibility of a steel beam, for cryin’ out loud. It’s unbelievable - Keith, you’ve got to hit the floor when necessary. If you play like you don’t want to get hurt, damn straight that you’re probably gonna. Champagne’s new nickname for you: Marshmellow Man. You got rebounding game like a bag of Jet-Puffed, and your Sideshow-Bob-sized feet are about as floppy.”
Classic.
BTW - Have all of you seen the Baron Davis roller skating vid on fanhouse yesterday? If not, it is highly recommended. And turn your volume up.
Cub - 3 weeks ago. Cross country skiing is no joke. Didnt’ do a whole lot, but had a great time. My girl’s sister, who lives out there and we stayed with, is a vegetarian and made feast after feast for us. Never knew vegetarians could cook and eat so well. Denver was 63 and sunny when we left. Also, question: What is with the 85 octane gas? Lowest we have out here is 87.
Ryan - Really, what else is there to say about Marbury at this point? Your piece is good, and accurate, except for the part where your were pitiful for being a Kobe fan. Apparently, in your case, wisdom came with youth.
Ryan, I was typing my last comment and thought of you being pissed about where things were going…. I could lob a U2 blast for you..
Kudos to anyone here who knows where that is from without looking it up. My guess: Eboy, Ryan, and maybe Cub.
And Holly thankfully looks nothing like me.
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