One day, folks. That's all it took Mark Cuban's douchiness to get him in the headlines again. Saw this nugget posted on Blazersedge.com, where longtime Portland reporter Kerry Eggers had an interesting exchange with Cuban after the infamous Game 4.Here is Eggers' account of what transpired.
Cuban had made the news when he got hit by some sort of projectile in the fourth quarter of Game 3 at the Rose Garden. I’d heard some repartee between the Mavericks’ colorful owner and Blazer fans may have precipitated it, but the only quote I’d seen from him was, “Somebody hit me in the face. Somebody threw something and it hit me.”
I started the interview by asking Cuban if he knew what hit him. “I got hit by something,” he said, pleasantly enough. “All I know is the pretty lady next to me jumped, something hit me in my face and that was it.” Any idea what the object was? Suddenly, Cuban’s mood darkened to the color of the Dallas sky (tornado warnings) that afternoon.
“What the (expletive) does it matter?” he asked. “Does it make a damn bit of difference at this point?”
“Well, I …” I began.
“Does it make a damn bit of difference at this point?” Cuban repeated.
“You sound irritated by it,” I said.
“Yeah, because it’s a dumb-ass question,” he said. “What’s the point of bringing it up? Are you going to go find somebody? Are you going to hunt the person down? … Ask me a real question.”
Eggers then mentions that Cuban did apologize to him, before spouting off some nonsense about why people ask him so many cliche questions, blah, blah, blah.
The irony of Cuban spouting this crap about the questions he gets asked, is that the dude craves media attention like a drug addicts need to get high. He bitches and moans 24/7 and then gets pissy when a reporter asks him about the very things he was bitching and moaning about. It's quite funny actually and just makes me chuckle.
What a douchebag.
