The March Marches On
So you all probably read ESPN.com and the Times. I can't say I'm surprised or aroused. That doesn't mean, though, that I'm not going to go over my own fulsome Gilbert opus to bring the good news of Lamar and Amare, mantles of spirituality.
First off, Odom. Today on Page 2, Sam Alipour brings the wisdom about Odom's god within and new t-shirt line (slays our entry). That's the image up above, and if you hit the link you'll find more quotes like this:
The book says his hair was 'white like wool,' which doesn't sound like long stringy hair to me," he explains. "It doesn't talk about blue eyes. Hopefully, these shirts will be a big-time history lesson as well. The description of Jesus in the Bible is never used. He made people nervous, scared. He didn't look ordinary.
And in case no one's yet read Liz Robbins's Amare profile, get up on that fast before it costs money. Besides the now-pivotal skateboard reference, there's this indispensable magnet of meaning:
The Phoenix Suns were completing their preseason European tour in Cologne, Germany, when Stoudemire sat outside the team’s castle hotel and directed his thoughts away from his knee injuries and toward poetry.
In a spiral notebook, he wrote six poems about faith, truth and African-American women raising children on their own. “I’ve got that in a closed book,” he said two weeks ago of the poem about the women, which he entitled “Special.” When asked when he would display his poetry, he said shyly, “When I’m ready to reveal it.
Before you think I'm knocking these guys, remember I've always trumpeted Amare as a possibly compelling individual, and Odom's recent sorrows are the type of thing that turn clowns to seers.