Dwight Howard’s decision to go to Houston is one of the great moments in sports. Why? Because he’s not playing in my current city of residence. And if he didn’t come to your NBA city, you should be rejoicing too. Rejoicing that an evil, petulant, child won’t torture your daily sports fix with a magnifying glass.
This isn’t John Starks sports hate, or Tyrus Thomas sports hate, or Kobe Bryant sports hate. It has nothing to do with him being too good, too awful, too stupid, too pesky, or too self-absorbed, though a case could be made for many of those. It’s not even a Scut Farkus, Biff, or O’Doyle hate. This is a deeply rooted loathing for a bad human being. It’s almost sad, really. This type of disdain is reserved for those who take pleasure in watching others squirm. The type of person who will stab you with a soup spoon, and twist. This is the Heath Ledger “Joker”, and the Macaulay Culkin “Good Son.” Dwight Howard is that guy.
It’s ironic too. Remember when he campaigned on the platform of abstinence and Christianity? I guess he meant the Antonio Cromartie kind of abstinence and the Arthur Miller kind of Christianity. Whatever, dude.
Remember when he ran Stan Van Gundy out of Orlando, waffled for months, orchestrated his own trade, and then pouted….for an entire season? He pouted! He punted the ball in the creek and ran crying inside to his mommy. Child.
This is a guy who continuously holds fans, teammates, coaches, GM’s, owners, organizations, and cities hostage. He waterboards them. And he enjoys it.
I’m not dismissing the fact that he can ball, that he’s the most dominant center in the game today, and that he’s probably a hall of famer when it’s all said and done. But isn’t that what makes it all so horrifying? Knowing that given a GM position of an NBA team I would have had to make a run at this evil infant? Oh, it’s like nails on a chalkboard! There was a collective sigh, too, even if they didn’t want to admit it, from all the GM’s who were maxed out financially, or who lost the sweepstakes.
In this case, I don’t need to know him, either. The actions tell me plenty. The Orlando situation, the pouting in Los Angeles, and his free agency, including the part where he temporarily reneged on the reported commitment to Houston. It was his little game, and it happened until the very last second. All of these scenarios could have been easily avoided with efficient communication. He chose otherwise, and he did it on purpose.
Enjoy that Houston. Bend over. You’re Dwight’s whipping boy now, and we’re not.
–Alec Campbell, Sports Radio 92.9 The Game
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