Harrison, N.Y. - Just made my second trip of the day past Stephon Marbury's mansion in the Westchester County suburbs. No Marbury sightings, which seems to fit the rumors/theories that he's on his way to L.A. to rejoin the team.
I can't vouch for that from this vantage point, i .e. typing this blog entry from the side of the road near casa de Marbury. But I can tell you that his fleet of shiny SUVs has been quite active throughout the day.
The silver Range Rover registered to Marbury - the one he drives to and from practice - was in and out several times this morning. The tinted glass really spoiled the pics one of the tabloid photogs took. I don't think Steph was in there, in any event.
When this dustup with Isiah blows over, the two of them - who are virtually neighbors - might want to petition the town board to widen the streets. There was barely room for the monster trucks to get past all the reporters' jalopies parked on the side of the road.
A little after 1 p.m., an officer in a Harrison police squad car drove by and informed me that Marbury wasn't home, and that we would all be locked up if we didn't leave. I headed home to pick up my 3-year-old son from school, explaining to him that one of the players on the basketball team was missing, and that it was my job to try to find him.
"The blue team or the white team?" the inquisitive Jason B. asked.
Since the Knicks are on the road, I told him blue.
No reporters or jalopies were present at Marbury's house moments ago, so I can only assume they've been locked up or they've abandoned their search for the day.
Now I have to go break the news to Jason that I couldn't find the missing player. As Neil Best would say, sigh.