For a couple of Suns seasons, Shawn Marion was a kid in a playground during recess. He was the first one out of the classroom and the last to return. There was more bounce in his legs than an overinflated basketball. Expectations were somebody else's problem.
It was as if nobody had bothered to tell Marion that the game was a business. Not that it would have mattered.
Marion's pogo stick-like energy always has been filled with undisguised delight at being the first to climb above the elbow-throwing battle for position. If you can't grab a little fun while grabbing a rebound, what's the point?
The kid is still there. So is that bounce. But after a couple of seasons, NBA realities have tempered some of the wide-eyed naivete that two years ago made Marion look like a 21-year-old going on 10.
"Some stuff is given to you, but I'm trying to earn my way right now," he said. "Know what I'm saying?"