The Dwight Howard sweepstakes reached the apex of their annoyingness late last week.
This may prove untrue in a week, when intrepid journalists start rummaging through Dwight Howard's trash for clues as to his impending free-agency decision, but I'm going to go ahead and say it anyway. It might be a quiet kind of annoying, a subtle kind, but it's the worst.
It's the worst because we've brought it upon ourselves. It's the worst because for once, it has little, if anything, to do with Howard's machinations or lack thereof.
This time, it's on journalists, the same group that loves nothing more than to pontificate about Howard's indecision, bad decisions, lack of a decision you get the picture.
This time, it's a matter of twisted information. It's a matter of people who should know better putting out numbers that ignore certain facts. It's a matter of a lack of recognition that the general public has not, in fact, memorized the NBA's collective bargaining agreement and salary cap ...