Who cares if a city’s entire hopes and dreams rests upon your team’s shoulders as you begin your quest  to bring that said city its first championship in fifty years? Who cares about pressure? What would you be doing before game 1 of the most scrutinized, intense, pressure-filled, exciting season of your career? If you’re Shawn Marion you’re doing your best Travis Pastrana impression and riding your tricycle all over the freaking place without a care in the world. Probably gonna put a baseball card in the spokes to make that cool noise that sounds like an engine purring. Pressure you say? Pressure ain’t nothin to Shawn Marion.