Remember when Dwight Howard said all the right things?
It really wasn't that long ago in fact.
In March, 2011, he suggested that Orlando was indeed the best place for him, at least at that apparently brief moment in time. He even appeared to contrast himself with the superstars of his generation (via the Orlando Sentinel's Josh Robbins):
"I don't want to say you have to team up with another great all-star in this league to win a championship. I think it takes a team to win. If you get hot at the right time, it doesn't matter if you've got three all-stars or four. You can still get beat."
Here's to hoping he gets traded to the Los Angeles Lakers just so some snarky reporter can ask him how he feels about playing with all those All-Stars now.
Ever the disingenuously scripted product of PR expertise, Howard has done his best to say the right things. In his eagerness to prove he was no LeBron James, he's become something worse: a fake.
There was something almost virtuous about James' dumbfounded shamelessness, the utter incredulity he expressed toward the notion that he was now a bad guy. When you're coddled by yes-men and exploitive opportunists since high school, it's not hard to imagine a moral compass withering away while "winning" assumed its predictable place atop James' values.
But, Howard knows better. We can forgive those who know not what they do, but can we forgive a guy who knows exactly what he's doing and does it anyway?
Perhaps even Howard has a history that explains how he came to be what he is today. Whether that history is forgivable is for you to decide.