Graydon Gordian lives in Brooklyn, where he watches college football, writes about the NBA and reads books, mostly fiction these days. He Tumbls more frequently than he tweets.
The ill-advised tattoos. The ill-advised shots. The ill-advised public statements. The moments of wild, careening transcendence. The total batshit mania. There is substance hidden somewhere amidst the insanity that is Stephen Jackson.
Justice was served, but it was no mere formality. Both of these guys swear that the rematch between Miguel Cotto and Antonio Margarito was up there for the most profound sports experiences of their lives. Magic stills happen in Madison Square Garden, and it doesn't have to be nice.
