BUYER: Amar'e Stoudemire
LOCATION: Southwest Ranches, FL
PRICE: $3,700,000
SIZE: 14,555 square feet, 6 bedrooms, 6.5 bathrooms (total)
YOUR
MAMAS NOTES: Before any of y'all get to sassin' do hear this: Your Mama
well knows we are tardy to this here celebrity property party.
None-the-less, we think can offer, in our shamelessly and
shamefully wind-baggish two-part series, a more complete picture of the
real estate picture of New York Knick Amar'e Stoudemire who has been on a
bone fide real estate tear this year that includes the recent purchase
of a $3,700,000 (mc)mansion in the quasi-rural suburbs between Fort
Lauderdale and Miami, FL.
In early November 2011 there was bit of business in the New York Post
about professional basketballer Amar'e Stoudemire putting the squeeze
on his pocketbook due (in part, so goes the report) to the recent (and now tentatively ended)
NBA lock-out, an event Your Mama does not know a damn thing about other
than it means the 2011-12 season has been on hold while the players and
the owners duke it out in mediation, adjudication, arbitration or
whatever it is people do in big time labor disputes. It should surprise
few that Your Mama had never heard of Amar'e Stoudemire–'tis entirely
true–and we certainly hadn't (and haven't) an iota why such a daring and unexpectedly placed apostrophe dissevers his name. We took a
half-hearted moment to peruse the piece in the Post and quickly scampered along without giving neither his name nor his financial matters another thought.
A few weeks later along came gossip juggernaut TMZ who dropped a humid real estate nugget
about this Amar'e Stoudemire person splashing out $3,700,000 to
purchase a prodigious mansion in some place called Southwest Ranches,
FL. That seemed to Your Mama like a pretty big purchase price for a
place in sub-prime mortgage ravaged Florida that we've never heard of
before. Our interest piqued and prodded we did some research on Mister
Stoudemire that included a look-see at his recent real estate
activities, which, as it turns out, have been prolific if quite costly
for the highly-compensated professional dribbler.
With all due respect for our scuttle butting compadres at TMZ, we discovered Mister Stoudemire's real
real estate story isn't only about the gigantic, garish and architecturally
suspicious (mc)mansion he bought in Southwest Ranches, FL for $3,700,000 but rather the
several millions of dollars he's lost on the significant number of other properties he's
recently dumped from his once-considerable property portfolio.
Before
we delve in to that bit of real estate bidness, let's do the right
thing and cover our celebrity real estate bases–or goal posts or
whatever they have in basketball–and quickly educate the less
athletically inclined puppies about just who this unusually named Amar'e
Stoudemire person is and why he qualifies to be included in our
(admittedly not very exclusive) celebrity real estate sights.
Besides
tennis and curling, as all the children know, Your Mama doesn't know a
solitary thing about sports, partick the golden triad of organized,
American-style professional athletics: football, baseball and
basketball. Having no recognition, recollection and/or knowledge
whatsoever of just what makes Amar'e Stoudemire sports-world famous we
picked up our Princess phone and dialed up our ball crazy
b.f.f. Fiona Trambeau who, after shaking of her mid-day boozy-wooze with
a few gargled shrieks,
informed us Mister Stoudemire is a "quite young, sensationally strapping
and deliciously tatted up cup of
steaming hot chocolate who can handle [my] her basketballs at any time
and at any place of his choosing." She implored Your Mama, in fact, to
post her mobile phone number here so Mister Stoudemire could contact her
directly and–natch–we told her we would
but only so as to get her to shut her lascivious trap and
move on to the meat of the matter, so to speak.
Of
course, we have no intention of posting Miss
Trambeau's ring-a-ling digits. Your Mama could not in a thousand years
subject just any curious person who might make an impromptu call to the
often agitated, always saucy (and
usually sauced up) Fiona Trambeau. Our Fiona would probably pee with
glee were Mister
Stoudemire to actually ring her telephone bell but–trust chickens–that
crafty beehawtch would figure out a way to
transmit mortal violence through the phone wires were just any ol'
person who isn't Mister Stoudemaire to call because they thought it
would be cute to chat up Fiona Trambeau.
Besides, she'll never read this. Fiona does do celebrities but she
absolutely does not do celebrity real estate, so she'll never know.
She's probably already forget she asked us to post the damn number
anyways.
Between a lathered up Fiona Trambeau and a
few easily accessed articles on the interweb, we did finally learn all
sorts of things including that Mister Stoudemire was a late bloomer to
basketball. He only started passing and shooting in organized leagues at
age 14. He took to the sport elementally and advanced quickly to become
one of the best high-school ball players in all of the state of
Florida. It's not clear to Your Mama if Mister Stoudemire ever finished
college or even matriculated and, honestly, either way it's irrelevant to
our tale of real estate highs and lows. What we did confirm is that in
2002, when just a young but tall ball player of 19 or 20 years old,
Mister Stoudemire was drafted by the Phoenix Suns for whom he pounded
the hardwoods to great acclaim and award with his hard and powerful
6'10" frame until sometime in 2010.
At that point, in
early 2010, the accomplished ball player signed the necessary papers to
switch his professional affiliations over to the New York Knicks who, according to some reports,
were so hot and bothered to sign the then 27 year old 5-time All-Star
player they agreed to pony up just shy of $100,000,000 over the course a
five year contract. One hundred million dollars, puppies, and that's
not counting the additional multi-millions
he can easily rake in each year from endorsement deals and the many
more potential millions from his outside-basketball business endeavors
that include a record label (Hypocalypto) and a recent assist to fashion designer Rachel Roy to create a limited line of ladies clothing described as "court side apparel for the fashion-forward female."
Now
children, Your Mama don't know a perspiring glass of swate tay from a
god damn tater tot but we do know enough about the business of women's
garmentry to make the uneducated judgement that Rachel Roy
knows a thing or two about how to dress a gal on the go with a yen
for clean-lined sophistication and a modest budget. However, children,
in our itty-bitty pea brain, that edging-on-wanton description of the
Roy/Stoudemire clothing collaboration describes something rather more
dire sounding, an habiliment short on yardage and probably a little bit
(too) tight and/or one-sleeved, something that aches to be worn with
either a pair of sky-high porn pumps with girlish ankle-socks or some sort of faux-sporty wedge-heeled sneaker-style situation that makes a twisted mockery of both the high heel and the hard working athletic shoe.
Anyhoodles
poodles, in addition to spending a few million for a new (mc)mansion in
Southwest Florida, Mister Stoudemire has recently divested himself of a
number of other properties at considerable financial loss, a
magnificent sell-off that may (or may not) have something to do with
budget concerns. Simmer down, buckaroos. We're not saying Mister
Stoudemire's broke or anything like that. We certainly ain't privy to
the particulars of Mister Stoudemire's pocketbook and we make no claims
as to his net worth, income and other cash flow, complete list of assets
and/or cash reserves (or lack thereof). We're just saying there
sometimes comes a time in a very young and filthy rich man's life–maybe a
time like when an all-but-ruined 2011 season could, by his own account,
keep about twenty million George Washingtons from walking their way
into his coffers–when it's prudent and wise to prune the property tree
to ease up on the amount of dough required to maintain, make the
mortgages and pay the rent on more than half a dozen high-priced
properties on both coasts and in between.
At one point
in the not so distant past, before he acquired the (pseudo-)palatial
pile in Southwest Ranches (FL), the property portfolio of the now New
York-based power forward and center ballooned with a leased a
pied-a-terre in a Donald Trump-developed complex in White Plains, NY
(near where the Knicks training grounds are located), a pricy penthouse
in downtown Manhattan (NY), and a house in the Hollywood Hills
(CA). He also owned a sexed-up penthouse in Miami Beach plus a pair of
adjacent condos in a fancy building in Phoenix, AZ as well as three
high-priced and high-maintenance single-family (mc)mansions, also in
Phoenix.
Before we get Mister Stoudemire's portfolio thinning, let's first take a brief spin through Mister Stoudemire's
most recent real estate acquisition, the aforementioned mansion in
Southwest Ranches, FL he picked up last month for, as per property
records and previous reports, $3,700,000.
A quick consult with our high-tech atlas shows this Southwest Ranches
place is 35 miles northwest of South Beach, 25 miles or so southwest of
the beaches of Fort Lauderdale and just a few short miles from where
Flahreeduh's Escalade-saturated suburban civilization turns to the
swampy, alligator-infested Everglades.
Listing information for sprawling single-story mcmansion shows it sits on 2.33 gated and landscaped acres in the Landmark Ranch Estates enclave, measures in at a considerable 14,555 square feet and includes a total of 6 bedrooms and 6.5 bathrooms.
A
dead-straight pavered driveway leads from the street to a perfectly
harrowing porte cochere held aloft by six round columns and bizarrely
topped by a petite cupola. Etched glass front doors open to a
marble-floored foyer that steps down to the formal living room complete
with fireplace, built-in bar area, and a swimming pool view from a wall
of towering windows. A short corridor off the living room opens to a
library, small home office, 4-car garage and the master suite.
A
butler's pantry connects the formal dining room to the family quarters,
a large laundry room and the colossal kitchen complete with
commercial-grade appliances and more faux-antiqued, totally custom, no
doubt shockingly expensive, eggshell-colored cabinetry adorned with
copious corbels and other carved details than we've ever had the
misfortune of seeing in one kitchen at one time. A door in the kitchen
leads directly into another attached 4-car garage and a wide snack
counter separates the kitchen itself from an approximately 800-square
foot family room/breakfast area.
The adjacent state-of-the-art home
theater done up by the sellers–a man who made some of his money selling
aggressively banal "art" on cruise ships–like a god damn bordello with
blood red shag carpeting, red and black patterned fabric-covered walls,
carved wood pilasters and nine jet black recliner-style theater seats
with built-in cup holders. We get the desire for decorative drama and a
spot of cliché Hollywood glamor in a home movie theater, but lowerd have
mercy, no.
Three family bedrooms pinwheel around a
playroom space and share three bathrooms in a separate wing off the
kitchen/family room complex. The master suite occupies it's own private
wing at the opposite end of the house and includes a large bedroom and
sitting area with built-in entertainment center, a wall of windows and
French doors that open to a covered veranda, two bedroom-sized walk-in
closets, a separate exercise room, and a super-sized beige marble
bathroom with twin vanities, his and her enclosed crapper cubicles–hers
has a bee-day too–and a jetted soaking tub for two and separate
double-entry shower.
An outdoor (but covered) summer
kitchen connects the main house to an entertainment pavilion/guest house
comprised of 2 bedrooms, 1 bathrooms and an almost 600-square foot
living/billiard room with stone tile flooring, soaring ceiling, and a
carved wood built-in wet bar with more than enough shelf space and
cabinetry to please even the most hardcore booze hound.
Rooms
at the rear of the residence give out to about 3,000 square feet of
deep and wide covered veranda space that includes various lounging and
dining areas as the previously mentioned a fully-equipped summer kitchen
complete with sinks, refrigerators, warming ovens, and even an
Fiat-sized ice maker which sound absurdly huge until you remember that
it gets obscenely hot and humid in Florida and a commercial-grade ice
maker is, as Marthat Stewart famously said, "a good thing." The stone
tile flooring continues beyond the veranda and summer kitchen areas to
surround a free-form, lagoon-style swimming pool with party-sized spa
and faux-rock formation with swirling water slide.
Beyond
the swimming pool area there's some vegetated gardens and lawns that
give way to a narrow, sad little canal that looks in aerial images like a
breeding ground for mosquitoes and other flying vermin.
Stay
tuned for part two during which we'll discuss the many and various
other properties Mister Stoudemire has recently sold at a hair raising loss.
listing photos: Coldwell Banker Residential Real Estate / Weston Town Center via Planomatic
Words can not describe the vulgarity of this architecture. It is like Liberace rose from the grave... like someone who hasn't studied architecture or understands true class just won some bucks and went hog wild on some architectural nightmare that emphasizes crass over class. I am running for a Martini pronto to drink away my headache from this mess
ReplyDeleteSouthwest Ranches is what, back in the day was to the west of Davie, FL. Basically a biggie farming and cattle area. Now, all that is development after development right to the edge of the Everglades. Don't want to be living anywhere around there when a decent hurricane hits.
ReplyDeleteLooks as though the Clampetts' done moved to Flareedah!
ReplyDeleteFirst off Mama, hilarious post :))
ReplyDelete"court side apparel for the fashion-forward female." lol, oh that ought to be interesting..
What's even sadder than this unfortunate Razzie Architectural Award winner is that there's a market for it and countless others just as... bizarre? That porte cochere is really, r-e-a-l-l-y bad, wow. Proof positive that a degree in architectural design is worthless without some innate raw talent to put it to good use.
Fiona will be happy to know that this guy was almost naked in a photo shoot, covering nothing but his giblets with his hand:
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What I can't tell is if he has a small one, or if he's tucking like a drag queen. Either way, it looks like he's killing any stereotypes.
I forgot to mention that I live in Fort Lauderdale and even had to Google Maps the city he's living in.
ReplyDeleteI've never figured out why somebody would move to South Florida to live that far from the ocean and that close to the alligators.
I've been out that way exactly once to the Ikea to help some friends that couldn't fit their new purchase in the trunk of their car. They bought a sofa. No wonder it didn't fit.
The Clampett's had a much more refined house!!!
ReplyDeleteWhen you present to us these monuments to vulgarity, you are wise Mama to delve deeply, as you do, into the misfortunes suffered by the owners to sorta compensate for our having to look at them. That he is a rich vulgarian who is taking big real estate losses makes these shocking pictures go down a bit more easily.
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My neighbor plays with Amare right now, well technically since there are no games going on right now and trust me it is very possible for these guys to go broke quickly.
ReplyDeleteMy neighbor supports at least 30 people in his family directly and indirectly, and pays the mother of his first child $21,000 a month in child support. He has at least two million in cars, a million in jewelry and three personal homes in three different states that he has played in, and mind you, he is one of the smarter ones who still has most of his money.
"...architecturally suspicious......" pitch perfect, Mama! F. Scott couldn't have come closer to the mark in wording this. You just godda have a book in you. I am puzzled that any one would expect this fellow to have a Beaux Arts sensibility. This is exactly the kind of "rich person's mansion" he saw on Saturday morning cartoons and now can afford to realize.
ReplyDeleteVery fabulous house!
ReplyDeleteI am very amaze with your post because a see a great house design and furniture. Wish I could also have at least of them in my new house.
Sacramento Commercial Real Estate
My eyes! MY EYES!! Someone please put it out of its misery and tear it down!
ReplyDeleteNot surprising. The house entry looks like some mosque(sic?) or middle east sort of thing that one of Sadam's son's would own.
ReplyDeleteThat house will require a lot of maintenance. Look at all that mix match stone flooring. Well, look at all that house for 3.77.
That stone around the pool looks so fake and cheasy. Natural, "replica" water park, entry to trailer park fountain stone should not be used with that style of architecture. See the previous house on that old super agent with the Roman columns.
Oh well, I said all that to say:
Dear Mama,
What's up with the new trend of comment responders being vendors or sellers of something. Us children do not want our Mama pimped, prostituded, or promotionaly exploited for free.
Banner ads and such are to be expected--our Mama's gots to keep flossy and paid--but don't let those carpetbagging, spamming, free loaders pretending to have something to say get through and post sly self promotion propaganda!
Okay Mama, have a nice day--and I'll be home for Christmas!
Mama's black sheep in Weho,
bored but still here. Where is Average Joe when you need him??
Gucci, Coach, and Prada for less--just text #$%@ for more info!!
Shalom Jesse:
ReplyDeleteLike Mama, I never before heard of Amar'e Stoudemire, but after a Google ogle, I was ready to engage Fiona in a fisticuffs over this fine specimen. Currently at the worksite, I can't peep at the image you suggest; nonetheless, the idea tempered my fantasy of a king-sized romp in that king-sized bed with Mr. Stoudemire. Oh, Amar'e wants to open a Hebrew school, I'm all for education, and some say he's Jewish; did he have a bris?
As for the "architecture"? Ongapatchket!
Rabbi Hedda LaTess
Trenton NJ
Yick.
ReplyDeleteGod how much is too much...sheesh!
ReplyDeleteI forgot to mention that I live in Fort Lauderdale and even had to Google Maps the city he's living in. I've never figured out why somebody would move to South Florida to live that far from the ocean and that close to the alligators. I've been out that way exactly once to the Ikea to help some friends that couldn't fit their new purchase in the trunk of their car. They bought a sofa. No wonder it didn't fit.
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