It is so difficult to remember how things felt then, before Anthony's image hardened. He was gangly, still -- scouts had worried how his strength would translate at the Division I, let alone NBA, level -- and goofy. People in this city knew that he could be aloof; he'd been suspended in high school for trouble with grades, and wasn't seen as the most conscientious teammate. But with the big grin and that loping stride, it all worked for Anthony. He had the charisma, he had the kid-like-enjoyment, he made big shots and shrugged, his hair hanging and swaying.