Howard has Shot at Redemption with L.A.?
This is all about you now Dwight.
You get to play in the City of Angels with the greatest competitor on the planet since Michael Jordan.
You get to high-five Jack Nicholson every home game at court-side.
You get to leave our Podunk little village and literally become the biggest giant in Los Angeles.
And most importantly, you get to rewrite your narrative.
The book on you know is this: You are a petulant child who held his breath until the Orlando Magic turned blue, blinked, and traded away their future for another rebuilding project.
Let’s be clear on this: You are to be commended, applauded, cheered, fill-in-your-own shiny adjective, for seven great years in Orlando. And you also deserve a kick in the pants _ and a few burned jerseys _ for the final year here in which you became a Diva in Distress.
Petulance does not behoove you. You are supposed to be a happy-go-lucky guy, always in for a good time. You did a funny impersonation of Stan Van Gundy before things soured here. Now you are doing a funny impersonation of Kobe Bryant in Los Angeles.