Category Archives: Villains

Spectacular Consumption

The images detached from every aspect of life fuse in a common stream in which the unity of this life can no longer be reestablished.  Reality considered partially unfolds, in its own general unity, as a psuedo-world apart, an object of mere contemplation.  The specialization of images of the world is completed in the world of the autonomous image, where the liar has lied to himself.  The spectacle in general, as the concrete inversion of life, is the autonomous movement of the nonliving.

– Society of the Spectacle, Chapter 1

Inheritance

Something happens to an Also-Ran.

Something happens to the feet of a man

Who always comes in second in a foot-race.

He becomes a national unloved child,

A balding orphan, an aging adolecent

Who never got the biggest piece of candy.

Unloved children, of all ages, insinuate themselves

Into spotlights and rotogravures.

They stand on their hands and wiggle their feet.

Split pupils with their pounding!  And their tonsils

Turn into organ pipes.  Show me a shouter, And I’ll show you an also-ran.  A might-have-been,

An almost was.

Inherit the Wind, Act Three, Scene one.

Absurdity, Thy Name is Starbury

For most of the first trimester of this NBA season, there has been one man constantly stealing the spotlight away from such places as Lebron’s new found transcendence, three teams (Si, three teams) that could reasonably reach 70 wins without surprising anyone and the widening of the PG gap between Chris Paul (I refuse to refer to him as CP3. It’s an awful nickname) and Deron Williams: Mr. Head Tattoo himself, Stephon Marbury.

Absurdity, thy name is Starbury

Absurdity, thy name is Starbury

First it was the scalp art, then the sometimes dramatic, always absurd melodramatic divorce between Starbury and the Knickerbockers, and now this:

http://sports.espn.go.com/nba/news/story?id=3804977

Besides the obvious tension that would exist between Stephon and his first wife, Kevin Garnett, this could potentially bring down the House that Ainge built.  How would he interact with the BIG3? What would happen to Rondo?  Could he prevent another Celtics dynasty?  Would he get Red Auerbach tattooed on his head as well? No one can say for sure.

The point is, that Marbury has been turning the greatest sport in the world into a joke in the very city that brought it to greatness in the first place.  Stephon Marbury is an enigma, simultaneously showing the light side (players such as Dwight Howard, the aforementioned Chris Paul, and Brandon Roy) of the game by serving as an almost comedic and disproportionate foil to these players, and at the same time representing all that is rotten in the league (unquenchable thirst for money, power, and fame). He shouldn’t be villainized , he should be celebrated as the ludicrous and farcical character in the great production of the NBA.  Do not reject and scorn this man, respect and treasure him as the ultimate agent of absurdity in the king among sports.