Not that Allen couldn't be pesky. Once, angered because the manager of his Little League team insisted he play shortstop instead of centerfield, Allen organized a boycott. The manager was Red Allen, his father.
Red, a building contractor whose theory of child-raising was to keep Marcus and the five other Allen children so busy that they "wouldn't have time to get into bedevilment," once bought two Shetland ponies for that purpose. Now he says, "Marcus tells us he is going to buy his mom a Mercedes, retire me and buy us all a new house. He doesn't have to, because he doesn't owe us a single thing. Except respect."
That's no problem, for, as Marcus says, "I respect people and I respect myself." Which are two of the reasons why he has led such an all-American-hero kind of life. So what's his biggest disappointment in life? He shoots a fall-away jumper from kitchen right and then says, "I'll let you know December 5."