Heat forward Shawn Marion tells the Herald:
``I can't own that, but at the same time I feel part of it.''
Fair enough, I guess. Dude only played 16 games before being "shut down" for the year and put on phone detail hawking season ticket packages (am I the only one that remembers that?)
But the sentiment bothers the hell out of me, for reasons I'll explain after the jump.
For one, there's the fact that he not only feels a part of it, he was a part of it. 16 games isn't much, but it is 13.12 percent of a season (I have a calculator on my computer). So that's a fair amount. If you had 13.12 percent of your net worth invested in Lehman Brothers last week, you'd think that was a lot. Actually, now that I've written that, it's a more apt metaphor than I was hoping it would be. Forget I said anything. Let's move on.
Marion should own Miami's failures because he's a member of the Miami Heat, and a player accepts the history and situation of a team when he joins that team. When you get married, you're marrying that family, and when you get traded, you're marrying a franchise. Whether he owns it or not, Marion is now part of the fabric of the Miami Heat. To that end, Marion isn't the only new guy who should own the Heat's 15-67 record last year: Michael Beasley, Mario Chalmers, Jamaal Magloire, James Jones, and Yakhouba Diawara should all be aware of what happened in 2007-08 and take it upon themselves to ensure their new team's fans never have to suffer through something like that again.
Here's a more visceral response to Marion's quote: You sure did own all of that money, didn't you? You sure bought into that paycheck, right? You can't reap the rewards without assuming the risk. When you get paid the way you're getting paid, I don't want to hear about which parts of your career you own or don't own. Save it. You get paid a mountain of cash to play ball, and we as fans reserve the right to hold you responsible for any disaster you have a hand in, whether it would have happened without you or not. You were there rocking a Heat jersey, so there's blood on your hands too.
Longtime readers of this blog will know that I have long harbored misgivings about Marion. I don't think those feelings are clouding my judgement here; I think I'd feel the same way if my man-crush James Jones were quoted thusly. And Marion's probably just a little sensitive since the Heat hasn't co-signed his wildly inflated sense of market value and signed him to the ridiculous extension he's sulking over. Still, if you're going to be part of the Heat, it's not just about cashing a check, catching oops from Wade and frequenting Miami's world-renowned gentlemen's clubs. There's some heavy lifting involved, and part of it is making us forget whatever the hell we're going to call last season. We'd all appreciate it if you'd own that, Matrix.