You can't talk about All-Star Weekend without telling Allen Iverson stories. He perfectly personified the utter insanity of the weekend; nobody played better, partied harder, or brought a bigger, more menacing posse.
You can remember him however you want, but to me, Iverson's greatest achievement may have the been the '01 All-Star Game in D.C., when he apparently partied for 72 hours, didn't sleep, and then went out and won the All-Star MVP award. That's a LEGEND right there. So... what'd he do ten years later?
Uh, apparently he watched the All-Star game alone at a club called "Wet Willies" in Atlanta.
Which... Well, damn.
That's pretty depressing, huh? Sobering, even.
There's a lesson about moderation and mortality in there somewhere, but... Those should be obvious, so forget it. Legends are more fun than lessons, and as far as legends are concerned, regardless of where he is now, you're not going to find many that were crazier than Allen Iverson.
My head says 2011 Allen Iverson is a powerful cautionary tale, etc, but in my heart, Allen Iverson will always be living in 2001, dominating the D.C. club scene, and then dominating the Western Conference All-Stars. Nobody was better than Bubba Chuck back in the day: