Last season, I was Ed Westwick's hand double on"Gossip Girl."
So on the series' 100th episode Monday featuring a bunch of drama during a wedding and the identity of Gossip Girl (hang with me guys, I had to Google this--sports stuff in a minute), it made me think of a similar drama between a rich, whiny guy and a bunch of other rich people: Dwight Howard revealing he would—"if God wanted that to happen"—play for the Bulls.
Bulls fans have dreamed about Dwight in Chicago for a couple years now. It seems to make too much sense: Pairing the NBA's best big man with the best point guard. And coming after the Bulls' devastating loss to the Heat, Howard's revelation couldn't have come at a time when fans were more vulnerable.
Yet I feel a lot like Chuck Bass (mostly because my hands technically are). I love this Bulls team, just like he loves Blair. And yet, after watching the Bulls lose to Miami, I couldn't help but feel like something really bad was about to happen, like the wedding of Blair and Prince Louis (great guy, by the way). Simply put, like Blair realizes Chuck—or is it Dan now?--is better than Louis, the Heat are better than the Bulls.
I don't like Howard. He's the opposite of everything I love about the Bulls. Luol Deng, Joakim Noah and Taj Gibson are scrappy, hardworking guys who hate to lose. Dwight—like some snobby Upper East Sider--never gives the impression he cares much about his game. He's openly talking about playing for other teams while criticizing his teammates for not caring.
But here's where sports and soap operas differ.
In sports, whom you love isn't as important as the final outcome. As a fan, I would so much rather the Bulls win a title with Deng, Noah and Taj, all of whom would almost certainly be included in a trade for Dwight. But I'd rather win a championship than not. And they stand a much better chance with Howard.
So if Dwight will accept a trade to Chicago and sign an extension, the Bulls need to get him. Unless Dwight is making up gossip.
Scott Bolohan is a RedEye special contributor.