Charlotte Bobcats, Chicago Bulls, Michael Jordan, NBA

Rare Air

Not that this should surprise you, but we live in a very cynical world. We easily turn on people, especially those in the public eye.
Except in the case of one man: Michael Jordan.
Why has no one really – and I mean really, truly – taken Jordan to task for his lack of prowess in owning and guiding the Charlotte Bobcats?
Simple.
It’s Michael Jordan. His Airness. The true G.O.A.T. And attacking “The Man” isn’t fun or easy. But he’s making it easy.
The Charlotte Bobcats, shortened 66-game season or not, are one loss away from becoming the worst team in the history of the NBA. The Bobcats sit at a measly 7-58 – a .108 winning percentage. The Bobcats have lost 22 straight games.
This cannot be qualified as tanking – you have to have tried at some point during the season to actually notice a drop in productivity to qualify as tanking. These guys just plain stink.
They aren’t even close to the vicinity of competitive, with an average margin of loss is 13.9 points per game. The next closest team isn’t even half that number – the Cleveland Cavaliers lose by an average of 6.8 points. They’ve tied a record for most consecutive home losses by at least 20 points with three. The Chicago Bulls beat the Bobcats about a week ago by the ridiculous score of 100-68 – and the Bulls were without reigning MVP Derrick Rose.
If I wanted to write 2,000 words on their level of sucktitude, I could. Easily. But I’d rather question the motives and the heart of their owner. Actually, to be honest, I’d rather not.
This is Michael Jordan. And I’ll always remember Jordan as Air Jordan.
I owned countless posters. I wore out the tape of “Come Fly With Me.” I had the shoes, the shorts, the t-shirts. Like pretty much every American kid, I idolized and adored Jordan from 1990-1998.
And all I want to do is channel my inner Apollo Creed and give him the speech from “Rocky III”: What the hell is the matter with you?
He is Michael Jordan. What is he doing? I could care less about his legacy. As a player, it’s complete and cannot be touched.
I just want to know what he is thinking. Why buy the team? Is he bored of smoking cigars, gambling and playing golf? Apparently not – because he’s still doing these things while owning the Bobcats.
He hired and fired Larry Brown, but hey, who hasn’t, right? But to replace Brown with Paul Silas, who should have been put out to coaching pasture years ago, begs the question: are you trying to lose? I mean, who better to coach a team of young players than a coach who has trouble relating to young players and the current generation. And the only proof I need of that is the fight he had with Tyrus Thomas less than 10 days ago.
We’ve metaphorically killed nearly everyone else during or after their playing careers, but we’re afraid to touch on how inept Jordan is as an owner. And perhaps it’s because of the reverence we treated him with – both as young fans and the media. For so long, he could do no wrong.
He punched teammates in the face – well, he’s just trying to lead and motivate! They should raise their game!
He has a huge gambling problem – well, even the best need to blow off some steam; besides, it’s his money.
He cheated on his wife, perhaps multiple times – no one understands the pressure of being Jordan, so who am I to judge?
Well, we should judge him. And we should have shamed him a little more. Perhaps that would have balanced out the massive ego – the same one that ran amuck in 2008 at his Hall of Fame induction ceremony, where in his speech he came off as selfish, bitter and hostile.

Jordan only pays attention when the media does, or when he feels like it or when it’s raining and he can’t play 36 holes. For all the game has given to Jordan, what has he given back to it? Fantasy camps where he charges thousands of dollars just to get a glimpse of him?
Look at his peers. Magic and Bird are uber-ambassadors for the game. Bird coached and is now a GM. Magic coached, owned and mentors players. Even Isiah has tried; he may have been terrible and put the New York Knicks back a decade, but he did try – he was just bad at his job.
Jordan just doesn’t even seem to be trying. He complains about costs of being an NBA owner and staunchly sided with the owners (somewhat expected, but highly ironic) during labor negotiations last year. It’s tough to take him seriously as an owner who complains about player greed when Jordan made $36 million for the Bulls in 1997-98.
Perhaps that’s his problem – he’ll never think of any player as highly as he thinks of himself. And while this is probably true – it also has a damning effect on his ownership abilities and personnel evaluations.
Some people point to his involvement with the players – like practicing with them. But Jordan doesn’t practice to mentor – he does it for himself. To prove that he’s still got it, to prove to everyone else he’s still got it. He’s still that guy who uses every slight to prove something, except he’s searching for it in ways that won’t lead to good things in this stage of his life.
He drafted Kwame Brown in 2001, then unretired, then rode the 18-year-old’s ass for two years telling him how bad he was. Doug Collins idly sat by and watched. The same Doug Collins who’s done amazing things with the young Philadelphia 76ers in a tough Eastern Conference the past two years. Collins is the same coach, except in Washington, he was the No. 2 guy to Jordan. And he wanted Michael’s approval.
Everyone wants Michael’s approval. Even his friends. I’ve always wondered why Charles Barkley was friends with Jordan, with all the smack talk Jordan peppered in Barkley’s direction. Chuck doesn’t take crap from anyone, except Jordan. Everyone else ends up verbally abused or thrown through a plate-glass window by Chuck. But not Jordan.
Jordan loves all of this. He loves being the ultimate alpha-dog. It’s another ego boost. Which is why it seems like Jordan refuses to surround himself with good basketball minds that might disagree which his choices of roster moves. He doesn’t want to be told he’s wrong.
Jordan recently disputed this notion. He said he has people who tell him no and who challenge him. Funny thing is, you never hear about it. All you see are the results piling up. A horrible team ran by a cheap boss who’s employing a coach who picks fights with his players.
He better be careful. Charlotte had problems holding on to a team once before, with the Hornets. And fans don’t come out in droves for years on end to watch disinterested and terrible basketball teams. If he thinks the money and cash flow are tough now, wait until next season’s ticket sales come in.
I guess I just remain shocked. When he took over as an owner, I imagined he’d have problems with the players by demanding too much from them and expecting the same extraordinary effort he put forth. I figured he’d try to buy and lure some of the best players, especially the ones wearing his brand. And I assumed he’d become one of those guys out in front of the media, demanding better effort, posturing as always. But the thing is, he’s the complete opposite of that: absent, buying cheap players, a quiet and aloof owner.
Are these the new Jordan Rules? A massive, out-of-control ego that passively engages in business affairs?
To give him the benefit of the doubt any longer is to give him too much credit now. If you think this season is an aberration and has been an angle to get Kentucky phenom Anthony Davis, I’d counter with that I’m starting to wonder if he has paid enough attention to know who Anthony Davis is.
Michael Jordan always was groundbreaking.
But this…thisis truly rare air.
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David Stern, Indiana Pacers, Los Angeles Lakers, Metta World Peace, NBA, Ron Artest

End the Era of World Peace

And that settles it.
The NBA – and David Stern specifically – have no spine.
There is no other conclusion to be made regarding the league and the man in charge after they took more than 48 hours to decide that Metta World Peace (the artist formerly known as Ron Artest) should receive a pathetic seven-game suspension for his vicious elbow to the head of James Harden on Sunday.
I read one columnist describe it as an “incident that was as ugly as they come in sports. Vicious, violent and wholly unnecessary.”
Man, that sounds oddly familiar.
Oh, right, World Peace was anything but peaceful during the Malace at the Palace in 2004. He was, however, vicious, violent and wholly unnecessary.
When are people going to get it? Rometta World Peaceatest is certifiably insane. And he has no business in a public forum to display his crazy.
Remember the speech from Nicole Kidman to Tom Cruise in “Days of Thunder” when he’s chasing the taxi cab? After she tries to bail out of a moving vehicle traveling at high speed, he follows her on foot and she breaks it down for him: He’s an infantile egomaniac and he’s scared. Control is an optical illusion that most people learn to cope with. And once you get a glimpse of it, the fear of the unknown sets in.
And Ron Artest is one scared individual.
He thanked his therapist after winning an NBA championship. My immediate question was: which one?
Forget all this crap about emotion and being excited he dunked over Kevin Durant. He violently jacked some dude in the side of the head, knocked him out and didn’t even offer to help him up.
Seven games? How about seven years? Ban this guy – for good.
And I’m a Lakers fan.
I’m also a fan of not wanting to see someone seriously hurt or injured at the hands of a man who’s been suspended 11 times in his career for over 100 games. Everything Artest does is unnecessary, just like his forearm shiver to JJ Barea last year that looked like a wrestling clothesline. I know it was the highly annoying JJ Barea, but still, we have to draw the line somewhere.
Punishment should fit the crime, in both civil and sport arenas.
Except if this was a civil issue, and Artest had a violent history like he does in the NBA, he’d be getting worse than seven games (or the equivalent of 15 days in jail and community service).
But the NBA does not think about morals, justice, right and wrong. It thinks about dollar signs and TV ratings. So it took 48 hours to decide that seven games was appropriate – because that amount of time won’t totally derail the Los Angeles Lakers title hopes.
If you are the Lakers, you can totally win a first round series against the Denver Nuggets without Metta World Peace/Ron Artest.
Can you get past the Oklahoma City Thunder in a potential Round 2? What about the San Antonio Spurs, Los Angeles Clippers or Memphis Grizzlies in the Western Conference Finals? Probably not.
And what looks better for the league? Lakers-Thunder in Round 2 or Nuggets-Thunder? How about Lakers-Clippers in the conference finals? Or Lakers-Grizzlies? Or a classic Lakers-Spurs series? What about the NBA Finals? More fans tuning in to see Lakers-Celtics or Lakers-Heat than, say, Grizzlies-Celtics? Spurs-Heat?
I’m not suggesting the playoffs are fixed. What I am suggesting is the NBA isn’t stupid. It sees the match-ups and it knows the Lakers – even with Artest/World Peace being a washed up has-been – stand a better chance of going deeper into the playoffs with World Peace than without him.
So let’s not pretend the punishment fit the crime and that seven games is supposed to deter The Artist Formerly Known as Ron Artest from doing, well, Ron Artest like things in the future.
There’s crazy and then there’s crazy.
And Metta World Peace is and always has been crazy.
He can change his name, dress up his charitable work, be an advocate for mental health awareness (ironic, since he has none) and pretend he’s not that same guy who charged into the stands eight years ago, but he is.
People who cover him in L.A. routinely mention you can see a different person in Ron Artest each day, you can see his inner conflict. He’s got an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other, constantly battling each other.
He doesn’t know who he is. He responds to both Metta and Ron. When you’ve got dueling banjos upstairs, how do you that comes out when someone gets involved in an emotionally contested game against an upstart rival who wants to overthrow your team’s reign as the Western Conference dynasty?
I’ll tell you how it comes out: with one of the most vicious and nasty physical acts against another player I’ve seen since Kermit Washington decked Rudy Tomjanovich decades ago.
And the longer you let him have an opportunity to display his crazy, the more opportunity there is for him to play a game in his mind: how can I top that last one? How can I get more attention?
C’mon Stern, show some fortitude. 

End the era of World Peace in the NBA.
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Bernie Fine, ESPN, Jim Boeheim, Mark Schwarz, New Orleans Saints, Outside the Lines, Syracuse

Truth Has No Agenda

What if I told you that a close friend of ours had cheated on their taxes or used drugs or been involved in any number of salacious acts? Would you believe me? Would you ask for evidence? Would you try to find another source? What if you asked me where I got my information and I could not tell you. What if I told you I swore I would not name my sources? What if you took it at face value and spread the story yourself?
And what if you found out later that none of it was true?
ESPN has a show called “Outside The Lines” where they do some version of a “60 Minutes” investigative journalism thing around sports. They have tried to peel back the layers on hard-hitting stories for years. It has been on the air for over 20 years and won numerous awards.
Last November, the show ran a story by Mark Schwarz about Syracuse University basketball assistant Bernie Fine, who had been accused of molesting two former ball boys during a long period of time as an employee of the school. The show used interviews and statements to support claims that Fine had been following the Jerry Sandusky model of coaching and teaching.
Shortly thereafter, longtime and well respected Syracuse coach Jim Boeheim vigorously came to Fine’s defense. He claimed Fine was a friend and he knew him well enough to know it was not true. ESPN then released a tape, said to be from 2002, where Fine’s wife and one of the ball boy’s spoke about Fine. In the tape she said she knew about Fine and felt powerless to stop it.
Fine was fired. Public opinion, to no surprise, was that Bernie Fine was a disgusting human being and Jim Boeheim should be admonished for defending him, as well as possibly effecting future victims from coming forward.
Fast forward to present.
Two weeks ago, one of Fine’s accusers came forward to say that he had made it all up – in fact, he’d never met Fine. Does it change public opinion? Did ESPN recant their claims? Did Schwarz apologize or recant his story?
Of course not. It is too late. The damage is done.
It has become increasingly clear that in our current culture, all that matters is the moment we are in. We’ve sped up the cycle of digesting news so quickly that before we turn off the TV, we’ve made up our mind. We take whatever we hear as the truth and we go with it. Next story.
Forget for a moment about what this says about us – that we are quick to judge, unforgiving, incapable of admitting a mistake. Think about what this says about our society. The media has become as vicious as any rapid dog or wild animal, so thirsty for headline busting stories that we’ll take whatever we can get.
When did this happen? Was it CNN? Was it “the ticker?
You used to be able to read a story in the paper and it was factual based: Here’s what happened, this is what is known, these are the lingering questions. End of story. When more information became available, there was a follow-up.
Now, well, we live well outside the lines. We do our journalistic work in the dark, in the shadows. We push the limits. We have to break through the 300 stories scrolling on the bottom of your screen, your Facebook updates, your iPhone apps. We have to get your attention. They used to say video killed the radio star. Well what in the name of Joseph Pulitzer is this? Who killed journalism and reporting? Who made us sacrifice the process of moral ethics and integrity?
Case in point: the Trayvon Martin case. The story has been carefully crafted by the media to sway opinion. Why do we need a judge and jury? The guilty are guilty because we say so – and we say so because we’ve been told so.
I honestly have no opinion on this case because I don’t know enough the facts. But take one small sample – the 911 call. What if you found out that the media had altered George Zimmerman’s 911 call? Would it change your opinion or cause you to think differently?
In the altered version, Zimmerman certainly sounds racist, describing Martin only as a race and by the clothing he wore. But if you read the transcript, which you can here: http://www.documentcloud.org/documents/326700-full-transcript-zimmerman.html, it paints a different picture.
NBC apologized for selective editing and fired the producer responsible for making the 911 call by Zimmerman sound racially motivated. They did this a few days before Easter – nearly six weeks after the events occurred and certainly well after public opinion had been formed.
Why did it take so long to do the internal investigation of the editing? The investigation didn’t even begin until March 31, and only after another media outlet essentially called them out on it.
This routinely happens and we are seemingly oblivious. Or we’re just too afraid to say anything for fear that we’ll be labled as something – anything – that makes us look like we support the “wrong side”.
This is scary to me and it should be to you. Because it is very real.
Remember Tom Cruise hammering away on Jack Nicholson in “A Few Good Men”? What if the pivotal moment doesn’t happen? It’s just before, when Nicholson’s character (Colonel Jessup) says something snarky about “pinning the defendants hopes to a foot locker and phone bill.”
Cruise’s lawyer character is shaken. He knows the punishment for falsely accusing a highly decorated officer of a crime. He isn’t sure for a few moments of whether or not to push forward, not because he doesn’t know the truth – remember, another character had confirmed the Code Red was ordered by Jessup – but because he has to get Jessup to say it. Truth has to be corroborated from all angles – multiple sources agreeing on the events.
But life is not like “A Few Good Men.” The guilty rarely crack and usually have their own version of the truth. The truth is hard enough without those who are tasked with covering the news inserting opinion and altering the story to sway public perception.
People don’t win awards and keep jobs in the business if they don’t make headlines themselves. It’s why we have shifted from a world of SportsCenter and The Sports Reporters to “Around the Horn”, where blowhards like Stephen A. Smith and Skip Bayless are able to twist and manipulate their beliefs into what is conveyed as factual opinion.
We stop using the words “I believe” or “I think” and start heavily relying on unnamed sources who were perhaps not really ever there to begin with. They hide behind laws and journalistic axioms of not naming their sources – except they are opinion columnists and talking heads, not real journalists.
Which is why the biggest media machine of all – ESPN – has become so powerful. We let it slide. It’s sports, right? It’s not as important as a death or a murder. But it is within how every situation and event is handled that becomes important. It reveals character – and we are currently severely lacking character as a society.
Take yesterday as another example. It is easier to take a blurb about the New Orleans Saints and general manager Mickey Loomis having a suite that had been re-wired that would enable Loomis to eavesdrop on visiting coaches for three years – on the heels of all the other Saints headlines lately – and let the story run wild and free. Report it, but bury this little nugget about 10 paragraphs into the story: “’Outside the Lines’ could not determine for certain whether Loomis ever made use of the electronic setup.”
They could not determine for certain? Then why is this a story? If you could not determine it, then why are you reporting it? Because it makes headlines. Because most people don’t get that far into the story. Because the damage – and the doubt – are done. You made your headline.
There are ethics and standards in journalism (you can read about them here – and yes, there is an intentional irony in me directing you to a Wikipedia page: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Journalism_ethics_and_standards). Or at least there are supposed to be ethics and standards.
We are only as good as our credibility and reputation.
But how good is your credibility and reputation when your whole modus operandi is to make the news – like exchanging exclusive rights to air LeBron James’ “The Decision” with advertising and air time to him. ESPN gave up editorial independence and were in the business of simultaneously making news while covering it. We’re lucky the universe didn’t explode at that conundrum.
And while I make light of that and ESPN, news reporting is a far deeper issue that goes mostly unobserved in all aspects. We fail to notice it as it’s happening – but we do nothing to stop it, nor does our government, once we wise up and figure it out.
In the absence of factual truth, any substantiated fact or half-truth with do. We want the truth? Forget about not be able to handle the truth, we can’t handle the patience it takes to actually find out the truth. And these are the things we talk about at lunch with co-workers or at dinner parties with family and friends. To think, we seldom have our facts straight, not because of our own misunderstanding, but because of the manipulation of the corporate and global media.
I just wonder if the damage has been done. This is very dangerous and slippery slope. We need to wake up. The truth has no agenda, which is what makes it so hard to find.
How do we recant as a culture? What if it is too late for us to get our integrity back?
Or do we even care anymore?
If you find out the answer, let me know. I swear I’ll believe you – you don’t even need to share your sources.
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Dwight Howard, LeBron James, Miami Heat, NBA, New Jersey Nets, Orlando Magic, Stan Van Gundy

Murdering the Magic

It has been somewhat fitting that Dwight Howard has played the first eight years of his career with a team nicknamed the “Magic” because nothing could personify Howard more than that.
The word implies so many things. Magic can be enchanting and mystical. It often toes the line of believability. And ultimately, magic proves to be false and misleading.
All of these things describe Dwight Howard, because after a wild 12 hours on Thursday – and taking into account what occurred leading up to Thursday – the magic is gone. And the Magic (at least the Orlando basketball version) are dead. Symbolically, of course.
In perhaps the most odd and compelling post shoot-a-round media conference ever, we got to see the end of an athlete’s aura firsthand.
Roughly seven hours before Orlando’s game against the New York Knicks, Magic head coach Stan Van Gundy confirmed that management had told him that Howard had asked for him to be fired.
Within a few minutes of this discussion, Howard appeared – completely and utterly unaware of what Van Gundy had been sharing with the media – and put his arm around Van Gundy. To say this was awkward or surreal cannot even begin to describe it. It was painful, yet comical – like any Steve Carrell episode in “The Office.” Howard had only heard the last few words, something about Van Gundy being the coach of the team until he was told he wasn’t. Which led to this:
Howard: “Stan, we’re not worried about that, right?”
Van Gundy: “That’s just what I said. We’ve got to be worried about winning games. Are you guys done with me? You talk to him now.”
As Stan exited stage left, the media closed in on Howard.
You know that feeling when someone approaches a group and they were just gossiped about, but the person approaching is all smiles and thinks things are great and everyone in the group just sort of grins because of the comical irony of it all? That might describe it.
Or better yet – it was like Michael Corleone calling out his brother Fredo: I knew it was you – you broke my heart, Dwight.
Except Stan The Man isn’t heartbroken. Howard messed with the wrong man. Van Gundy’s been (symbolically) murdered before, when he was removed as head coach of the Miami Heat in December of 2005 by Pat Riley, with executive producer credits going to Shaquille O’Neal and Dwayne Wade.
Van Gundy disappeared after being stabbed in the back – and the front – by his mentor Riley. He humbly had to suggest he was resigning as coach of the Heat to spend more time with family, despite all evidence that Van Gundy, a basketball junkie, was just as obsessed and driven to guide O’Neal and Wade to a title for the Heat as Riley would have been.
What the whole scene Thursday told us from Van Gundy’s point of view is this: He has done this dance before. He knows how this ends. He won’t be coaching the Magic much longer. But he just doesn’t care this time. He won’t play the company line or protect his conspirators. He’s not going down alone on this one. He’ll be taking Dwight’s rep as a smiling, fun-loving, cape-wearing lovable giant with him.
Additionally, Van Gundy is ensuring that this circus ends. Howard won’t be able to get away with this again, not now. Hell, the entire NBA and basketball world knows what kind of person Howard is now.
Rumor and innuendo are like magic in and of themselves. They could be true or might not be. But once rumors are confirmed, the magic disappears and all you are left with is the cold, hard truth. Coaches have been fired because of superstar pressure on the front office before; Howard is hardly the first to try this move. It’s just that it hasn’t ever unfolded like this before – where the coach knows and tells everyone he knows.
Following Van Gundy’s departure from the media circle, a reporter immediately told Howard what Van Gundy had said. Howard looked floored, but not in an innocent way. More like, “Dear God…they know” – like he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Howard asked for the reporters to cite their sources and the media kept telling Howard that Van Gundy was the source – that he’d just confirmed it. This time, Howard has been sold out by his boss and his boss’s bosses. It was a brilliant move by Van Gundy – tell the truth and then leave the scene to let Dwight flail in the wind.
Somehow, Howard looked like he wanted to lie down or needed some Pepto, despite going on for a few minutes to explain that he had not said “nothing to anybody” and adding that he’s just a player and management controls who the coach is.
As a follow-up to that magical act, Howard went out and put up a stinker against the Knicks – eight measly points and eight lackluster rebounds in 40 minutes. He only took two shots in the first half, appeared unaggressive and disinterested most of the game and did not score until the very end of the third quarter.
And thus, the old Dwight Howard, he of capes and crucifix’s, was thoroughly destroyed in 12 hours, undone by the weight of his own lies.
He’s been posing as an NBA super-duper-star. To be sure, Howard is a supremely gifted and talented individual. As a 18-year-old, before jumping to the NBA, he was the valedictorian of his class at Southwest Atlanta Christian Academy and as a seemingly devout Christian, spoke of genuinely hoping that one day, the NBA logo contained a crucifix.
But eight years later, Howard is telling his boss’s bosses to terminate his direct supervisor. Now that’s not very Christian like.
He also played the Magic as a whole through the disingenuous trade demand saga of the last year, then flopped back and forth on opting-in or out of his contract at the trade deadline last month. A report last week stated that Howard finally changed his mind and opted in not because of some deep love that he’s been professing for the city and the fans, but because the Twitter backlash on the whole situation began to wear on him.
Twitter pressure? Really? Really?
How about the pressure of, you know, performing where you should. At some point, someone needs to call out Dwight for his inability to truly dominate games as he should be? He’s averaging 20.6 points and 14.4 rebounds this season, as one of the last remaining – perhaps the only – dominant big man in basketball. He wants to replicate Shaq, but he’s not even in Shaq’s general vicinity. He can’t even buy a ticket to where Shaq’s general vicinity is.
Howard ought to be averaging 28 and 15. He could be. But he doesn’t. And he never will.
Because to Howard, it’s all about the show. Wear a cape, win a dunk contest, smile his 1,000-watt smile. Create some drama. Entertain the people. He doesn’t crave a championship; he craves attention. How else could his wish list of destinations include New Jersey (soon to be Brooklyn)? The Nets are horrible.
If Howard wanted to win a title, he’d go to the Lakers or to Dallas or to the Knicks – or just stay with the Magic. But he wants to be the man in a new arena in a new city where there will be gobs of attention paid to Jay-Z’s team once it move’s this fall. At least LeBron James joined up with some good players – Howard won’t even have Deron Williams. Basketball wise it’s a worse situation than the one he’s currently in.
Speaking of LeBron, if LeBron is a such a hated villain for mishandling his exit from Cleveland with the spectacle of “The Decision” and joining a proverbial All-Star team with Bosh and Wade in Miami, then what on earth does all of this make Howard?
It has to be worse. Does it make him a hypocrite? Does it make him shallow? I think it does.
It makes him superficial and egotistical and shows he only cares about phantom recognition for what little he has truly accomplished while riding the coattails of people with the same skill set that came before him and were better. His inherent flaw and weakness is that he thinks he’s better than he is.
In other words, Stan Van Gundy was right to treat him like Fredo Corleone.
Because that is exactly who Dwight Howard is. 
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