| 18 August 2010
And while I can see why you would think it's dumb if you assume it's just about updating what part of your living room you're sitting in, what aisle of the grocery store you want to hit next or how many Saved By The Bell episodes are saved on your TiVo, the merits of Twitter shine through when you're dealing with the inner thoughts of guys like Stephon Marbury.
On Wednesday, he tweeted this picture with the words "Check this picture out. Soaring."
I tend to find the singular focuses of Stephon Marbury throughout life have been fascinating. You could just look at his brief marriage to uStream and the internet to see how oddly his attention shifted from rubbing oil on his body to wanting to alley-oop an Oreo into a glass of milk to the famous eating of the Vaseline. And apparently during Wednesday he decided that birds in flight were the tits.
It reminded me of this moment in The Last Shot by Darcy Frey in which Stephon Marbury (as a freshman in high school at Lincoln High in Coney Island) was discussing what he was hoping to get when he eventually signed a letter of intent to play at whatever college he ended up choosing.
"When I get to college, I'm gonna get me a white Nissan Sentra -- that shit is milk!"
At the time Marbury is hassling his teammate Russell over what colleges have offered him in terms of illegal gifts and benefits for signing a scholarship to play basketball at a 4-year university. When he finds out that Russell hasn't been offered anything, he kind of flips out in a way only Marbury truly can.
"You mean you're just gonna sign?" Stephon goes on. "And then when you get to campus and see all them players driving those nice Nissan Sentras, what you gonna say to yourself?"
Every time I pick up this book and get to this part, I end up losing it. Starbury's fixation with Nissan Sentras is completely bizarre to me. I'm sure it's a nice car and back in the early 90s it was probably the Rolls Royce of affordable, inconspicuous enough cars that college boosters used to illegally woo inner-city youths to their Alma Maters. And in his mind, it was what every young lad with lines strategically shaved into his head could ever want.
After seeing the "soaring" photo from Stephon, I can't help but think he's off somewhere right now, imagining he's that same bird -- soaring by God's design.
That picture is milk.
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