You’ll have to pardon us: Our aversion to all things football kept us from Jason Fagone’s enthralling story in GQ about Marvin Harrison (pictured), and the whole pantheon of WTFs it inspires. For the uninitiated, well, just read the story: It’s about the North Philly born-and-bred Harrison, who holds several pretty impressive NFL records, and a situation he got into up in North Philly, where he owns several businesses, and may or may not have killed some dude who hated everything Harrison has. If you get way into the piece — and like we said, it’s a pretty great read — you may also want to check out Deadspin’s extras on it as well. Having consumed all of this now, we have a few thoughts about the Marvin Harrsion story:
· It should be made into a movie. Think of, like, To Die For meets Juice. And maybe directed by whoever does the movie about the warring bowling alleys in Vineland, NJ. Then again, getting a movie made about this actual story could be difficult, so maybe someone should just fictionalize the Fagone piece and throw in enough other stuff so that they don’t get sued — or perhaps, more importantly, deaded, Norfillystyle.
· We cannot for the life of us figure out why the local media is not all over this story, and a national publication wound up totally owning it. Are the concurrent threads of jealousy and racial politics and lack of sympathetic characters all too much for Dave Schratwieser’s widdle brain? Or is it just because local TV news cannot reconcile a man who gives turkeys away at Thanksgiving with the other man that, guilty or not, Harrison most definitely is. Sucks to be you, monochromatic TV news tones of shame and pride!
· At the same time, it’s totally obvious why no elected official wants to get near this one. Lynne Abraham confined the case to a nether region of a desk no one sat at in an office nobody visits, and Seth Williams only got the FBI on board once the GQ piece pretty much shamed him into it. And now that the FBI’s actually on it, will that result in a charge for Harrison? Or will the Stop Snitchin’ craze win this one, too?