This has been everywhere already, but whatever.

I made a point earlier this week that the watchability of Stephon Marbury’s lifecasting dwindles by the day, because no one can be that interesting for that long. It’s overkill. And any really blogworthy parts — Marbury crying, Marbury eating Vaseline — have been chopped up and hit YouTube for us to see. We don’t need to see these moments live: someone else will for us, and then it will be all over the place and then we’re covered. Cool? Cool.

Case in point, Marbury was lifecasting from the back seat of a car yesterday, and the driver appeared to run over or hit something, temporarily knocking the camera off him. (Watch from the 1:40 mark.)

Marbury claimed it was the devil, and the car soldiered on, as did his mostly boring show.

It’s official: Stephon Marbury is going to be a Celtic. I still wonder about the motivation behind Boston bringing in Stephon Marbury of all people for a team that has some pretty good chemistry, but I suppose it’s nothing more than a solid backup option for Rajon Rondo. Plus, it reunites Marbury and Kevin Garnett. That should be fun.

Over at SLAM today (via TrueHoop), Sam Rubenstein, who is now a teacher, recently brought up Marbury during a lesson on Homer’s Odyessey. You see, Marbury was Brooklyn’s boy, and traveled to the frozen tundra of Minnesota and the scorching sun of Arizona and um, New Jersey, before returning home to New York as a member of the Knicks. And when he brought him up to the class? Well, here’s what happened:

“I’m the best point guard in the NBA.” – Stephon Marbury, January 1, 2005.

In the midst of a lesson on the themes of hospitality and manners and big fat Greek weddings and respect, I read the quote out loud, pulled my Marbury jersey out of my bag, and showed it to the children.

The hatred, oh the delicious hatred…

One boy started shaking violently and just ranted “He sucks!” over and over again. One girl compared him to Ajax, who proclaimed that he didn’t need Poseidon’s help to cross the sea. (As if!!!) Another said “Yeah so what though, he’s getting money!” and that led into the whole discussion of how this student was correct, but that Steph failed in his quest to be the boy from Brooklyn to go on a journey to exotic new places: the frozen twin cities, the ghastly swamps of East Rutherford, the bone dry desert, an ODYSSEY if you will, and then come back home victorious.

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Recently, political discourse has taken a turn toward the populist. This shouldn’t be an inherently bad thing. But when it goes too far — when people confuse the slightest standard business expense (Northern Trust) for greed, or when they morally conflate two unrelated things (Jim Calhoun and that d-bag reporter) — that’s when populism makes me want to rip out my eyeballs and stab them with a replica William Jennings Bryan gold cross.

It’s seeping into sports. The usually excellent Darren Rovell fell prey to it last night, when, after news broke that Stephon Marbury is going to take a buyout, Rovell led with this graph:

New York Knicks guard Stephon Marbury might have been known as the guy who made shoes affordable to all. But he’ll also be known as the guy who did the least for the most while the economy turned to mush.

Dude! OK, at least you mention his shoes, one of the truly good things Stephon Marbury has done for NBA culture and something that doesn’t get nearly enough attention. But to say he’ll be best known as the guy who collected his admittedly insane salary while the economy mushified — well, how is that Stephon’s fault exactly? It’s not as though he signed his contract in November. And it’s not his fault the Suns signed him to a four-year, $73 million extension in 2003.

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Stephon Marbury reminds be a bit of Jonah from “Summer Heights High”: a bit misunderstood, a bit rambunctious, a bit troublesome, but somewhere beneath the pain in those eyes, there’s a good, wholesome, talented individual. Has to be, right?

Now that the Knicks have banned Stephon from all team activities, he might pull a fantastic move tonight. With the Knicks set to play the Lakers at the Staples Center and with Steph out in Cali now too, he just might be sitting courtside at the game:

Despite being banned from the Knicks New York Knicks, Stephon Marbury is planning to attend the team’s game against the Lakers on Tuesday night at Staples Center, according to a source close to the situation.

Marbury told The Post last week he was headed for a two-week West Coast vacation to get out of the cold weather and begin training in the Hollywood Hills. He flew to L.A. on Sunday.

It is unclear where Marbury plans to sit at the game, but last Thursday he said he was investigating purchasing courtside seats.

Like Brett Edwards at FanHouse, I agree that we pretty much do need a camera trained on Marbury at all times if he shows up courtside. Bonus points if he comes over to the bench and throws his drink all over Mike D’Antoni’s hair. Or Eddy Curry’s stomach.

UPDATE: Yup, he showed up at the game.

One of the things I tried to do last week, which was basically a full week of vacation for me, was stay away from the computer. I didn’t even bring the MacBook Pro out of its bag in Colorado or Iowa, the two places I spent my holiday, because I can get vital information on my cell phone if need be and because, to be frank, I needed a break from the webs. Sometimes Daddy doesn’t want to stare at pixels. Sometimes Daddy just needs to drink alcohol and sleep in until mid-afternoon.

Because of this abstinence, I missed a few key things. Like, for example, the Plaxico Burress story. I had no idea Plexiglass shot himself in his leg until a friend told me at the bar on Saturday night. This never happens to me. I’m usually that guy that knows about all this nonsense before anyone else. Take away my computer, and I’m the last to hear about incredible stuff like this:

Burress went out to Latin Quarter with teammates Antonio Pierce and Ahmad Bradshaw.  He told security that he was carrying a gun for protection because he was carrying lots of cash and wearing expensive jewelry.  While “carrying a glass of wine,” the New York Daily News reported, “he began fumbling with his gun, police sources said. The weapon went off, firing a single bullet that tore through Burress’ right thigh.”  To be fair, as a wide receiver, Burress doesn’t like safeties.

Pretty stupid, but wait — it gets worse.  After Burress crumpled on the ground in pain, Pierce took the gun and hid it somewhere in New Jersey.  Meanwhile, Burress initially refused medical treatment because he didn’t want to get in trouble (his wife insisted on it later that night).  In fact, the NYPD didn’t learn about the incident until the next day, when Giants officials informed them.

It gets even more fun:

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So, Stephon Marbury hasn’t been seeing much playing time at all with the Knicks this season. And by “hasn’t been seeing much playing time at all” I mean “none.”

It’s a sign Mike D’Antoni sees no use for him in his offense; it’s a sign his attitude, or bravado, or whatever labels people have hurled on the guy for a few years might have some sound backing. Even still, dressing him in street clothes and tossing him on the bench is sort of messed up. (Especially when he’s got a sizeable contract on the table.)

So in order to resurrect Marbury this year, a most excellent idea has been proposed by Poasting & Toasting: vote him into the All-Star Game.

I’d like to formally announce my advocacy for Stephon Marbury as an All-Star.

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Marbury’s Knick days are likely behind him, so let’s pay respects for his tenure in orange and blue- his heroics, his antics, and his idiosyncrasies. Stephon’s been the most prolific font of entertainment and discourse the Knicks have seen in years. Let’s give him one more opportunity to thrill us. Vote early, vote often, and vote Stephon Marbury to the 2009 NBA All-Star team. If you’re down with the cause, tell your friends, mention it on your blog, fill in a ballot for your pet iguana…every vote counts. Yes we can!

Yes, yes and yes. Get at some Steph voting right here. It’s just like voting for president, except you don’t have to wait in a long line and it means so much more less.

(Gracias, Can’t Stop The Bleeding.)

Tough times for Stephon Marbury. Well, actually, maybe not so tough times. After all, perchance he doesn’t actually like the basketballing so much, and getting paid $21.9 million to sit on the bench suits him just fine. Maybe his secret dream is actually to become a circus juggler or clown, and the extra time is going to allow him to work on that. I don’t know.

What I do know, though, is that he’s seriously considering going back to Abraham Lincoln High School in Brooklyn (WHERE BROOKLYN AT) to train.

“I think I’m going to start practicing with my high school team,” Marbury said after practice Thursday in Greenburgh. “Seriously. I’ve already called the coach to see if I can run up and down with the guys and at the same time help teach the younger guys the NBA game.”

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Lincoln coach Dwayne Morton confirmed that he has spoken with Marbury, who led the school to the city title in 1995, about practicing with the team. Morton added that no specific date or time was addressed.  “If he does I’d be excited about it and I know the kids would be delighted,” Morton said. “I know he’s thinking about it.”

Unfortunately for Marbury, looks like the Knicks likely wouldn’t let him do this, nor would he have time traveling back and forth from Brooklyn to Westchester. Who knows though, maybe Marbury can hook up with Bassie Telfair and and reignite their Lincoln high roots into a team straight outta Coney Island. I’ll film it and call the movie Semi-Pro II: Attack of the Coney Island Point Guards. Will Ferrell can be their coach or something.

Via Skeets Don’t Lie.