Sunday, September 18, 2011
How did this one get past me?
When taken in to the 60th Precinct, Telfair made a bad situation worse by allegedly offering one of the officers a bribe in exchange for letting him go, which if true, makes it seem that he was indeed involved in this sordid mess. These are the details we have so far. I scoured the internet and various newspapers and the incident has been kept very low-key considering the players involved and the history of the Telfair family and their apparent love of guns.
At this stage of the game both Sebastian and cousin Stephon Marbury were already players who garnered national attention through their participation in various cutthroat AAU summer leagues. Ethan has not. There hasn't been any breakout performances on any stage for him, no cover stories in magazines like SLAM! or Sports Illustrated, just mediocrity as a role player on a very good NYC public high school team. But this isn't what irks me about the situation. What should concern everyone involved is how Ethan Telfair found himself anywhere near a bag full of guns in a Coney Island housing project in the first place.
Ethan spent his freshman year at a boarding school in Albany, New York but decided it wasn't for him. I have no idea what he missed about being in Brooklyn, but one can assume it wasn't the broken crack vials and used condoms that one encounters upon entering the staircase of his building. Or the graffiti that greets you when you enter the lobby imploring all and sundry to "suck my fucking dick".
It also needs to be said that during Telfair's senior year at Lincoln, he had an older brother who was jailed on homicide charges. He was released when no one came forward to identify the actual shooter. His father also did time years ago for manslaughter, again for using s gun to settle a dispute. And Sebastian himself has been plagued by misfortunes due to carrying weapons, once while attempting to board a team plane and another time when he was caught speeding in the Bronx where officers found a pistol in the car.
Unless Ethan gets taller, finds a jump shot (something that has eluded older brother Sebastian for all of his seven years in the NBA) and miraculously steals playing time from the much more heralded Isaiah Whitehead (a 6'4" sophomore who is looking to be the next Coney Island prospect to garner big-time publicity) this kid is shooting towards basketball irrelevance faster than you can say "you have the right to remain silent".