Marion Jones is broke

Nostradamus had to have some sort of saying about this.

Something like, "A house built with performance-enhancing straw is sucseptible to being blown to the ground."

I hope she recovers. I interviewed her when BALCO was at its hottest and she was a little bit of a bitch. I guess I understand.

 

They say the first million is always the toughest.

 

The strange part is she was easily the most obnoxious and classless person on the University of North Carolina's women's team back when I was at the Women's ACC Tournament when she played for Sylvia Hatchell. Taunted and used language not exactly fit for the family hour. Not necessarily inappropriate for an athlete on the court, but not at all befitting the description of the person you encountered, Moddy.

I hope that means she grew up.

 

I had no idea steroids were THAT expensive.

 

Sad to see, but she seems to make a lot of bad decisions (certainly when it comes to men). Back in 1996, who would have thought the past decade-plus would be what it has been for her.

 

Looking forward to William Rhoden's column on the tragedy and why she's not to blame, but everyone else is.

 

I remember dealing with her as a freshman on the national championship team in 1994. Seemed like a decent kid; I ever joked with her about having to roll up the NCAA banner on the sideline after the game; you win a national title, seems like someone else can do that work.

Too bad.

 

You make an impression...

 

She went to high school here in SoCal and I dealt with her very little in a couple of events: the state track meet (where she was a four-time state champion in one of the sprints) and in a second-round playoff basketball game where her Thousand Oaks HS team played one of our teams.

Nothing really negative in either dealing, but over the last decade, the decision-making has been suspect (from C.J. Hunter to BALCO to this latest revelation) to say the least.

Outside of (I presume) attorneys, where did the money go? Wasn't she making 80 grand a race? Geez, find a money manager. Visit a Fidelity branch. Put it under your mattress... something.