Shawn Marion is Dead to Me: I Now Serve My New Shaqtus Overlord.

Alea iacta est. The die is cast and the Suns are crossing the Rio Grande (here’s a Wikipedia link for those of you who did not study Caesar). Shaquille O’Neal for Shawn Marion was a huge change. The time has come for me to cut all ties with my former favorite Sun. The Matrix carried me through Frank Johnson, Scott Skiles and Danny Ainge. He carried me through Paul Shirley, Jake Suck-a-lidis and Bo Outlaw. He posted 30 and 20 at the first playoff game I ever attended.

Now he is gone.

Before the playoffs start, I need to swear him off forever.

And, he has made it a lot easier to say goodbye.

On the day of the trade, I said that the Suns went “All-In” and now I’m seeing it in the game programs. I also ridiculed the rumor as ludicrous the night before. As I went through the 5 stages of grief (denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance), I bargained for Marion’s return. Apparently, I had been in the “bargaining” stage for a long time – even before the season started.

Part of me was mad at him. If he hadn’t blocked the off-season trade, he could have been playing with Jesus Shuttlesworth and Paul Pierce and the Suns could have had Kevin Garnett. After that, he requested a trade.

Now, he is not going to get the extension he wants. Shocking? No, not to me. All he had to do was drop me an email and I would have told him it wasn’t going to happen.

Somewhere along the lines (I cannot find the link right now), I pleaded with both sides to do an extension for three years and $40 to $45 million.

For more, visit this link. Pain … I sense pain. It was as if a million voices called out and were suddenly silenced.

Now, however, I serve a new leader:

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