Draft Prospects: D’Angelo Russell

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The latest in my series of interviews on P&T found me in touch with Bob Baptist of the Columbus Dispatch, discussing Ohio State star D’Angelo Russell, one of the nation’s more intriguing young talents. Some compare Russell to Houston Rocket bearded wonder James Harden. That’s some heady comparing. I’ma defer to my boo Flo Davies on that one. ‘Cuz ain’t no one know heady like Flo Davies knows heady.

The longer you live, the farther you get from life

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I recently joined Twitter. My decision was strictly work-related: I’ve been interviewing a lot of people lately for Posting & Toasting, and a lot of them, in place of email addresses, list Twitter handles for their contact info.

I left Facebook months ago and haven’t missed it one bit. In my first few weeks on Twitter, I learned it’s no social media. It’s antisocial. Took me a while to learn that when people tweet comments or links, they don’t do so to start a conversation. They don’t want to hear what you think about it. They just spit shit out, getting dozens, even hundreds of retweets. They’ll be favorited ad nauseam. But there are never replies. Audience is assumed, required, yet simultaneously superfluous. Twitter’s like a land whose people have three mouths and no ears.

On depression, darkness, dreams, and finding yourself: Stephon Marbury

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Sometimes on this blog I write about life. Sometimes I write about sports. When I’m really, really lucky, I get to write about both at once. Today I wrote a piece about Stephon Marbury, a former NBA star who accomplished everything he wanted in life and found it left him empty, depressed, and wanting to die. He left the states and moved to China, where he’s resurrected himself as a ballplayer, a public figure, and a self-defined human being.

Steph was always a paradox during his time in NY. He brimmed with humanity sometimes, and at other times he was involved in some fucked-up things. In short, he was like me, and probably like you. He was a year older than me and lived one of the dreams I grew up with. When I was 16 I wouldn’t have wanted to be anyone more than him. In the end, we both had to learn the same lesson: getting what you’ve always dreamed of isn’t the same as being happy.