By now you have probably seen what so many of us didn't need to see. Whether or not that was Greg Oden in those nude photos—I'm very skeptical—is pretty much irrelevant at this point. Even if they are debunked, those images be part of his personal internet lore until the end of time; much like those doctored photos of Sarah Palin holding a gun while wearing an American flag bikini (not real), or some Photoshop job of President Obama worshiping the Koran as a super secret Muslim who hates Americans (definitely not real).
Perhaps the sticking power of these images over, say nude photos of Brian Cardinal or some other random NBA player, is that Oden has already left a digital breadcrumb trail of potentially embarrassing images behind him. The Hawaii hot tub, the party photos, and this week's shots of him wearing a stupid, if not vaguely sexist, T-shirts. He didn't deserve this, but you get the feeling that a lot of this could have been avoided.
Then again, who am I to question the private life (and probably fake) photos of a 22-year-old? I should thank the technological Gods that I never had access to a cell phone or digital camera when I was Oden's age. I can only cringe at the unflattering archive of ill-advised photos, "sexts" (Finally, we get to use this word in the blog. I feel so young!), and other questionable transmissions I would have sent during that time in my life. I know it's TMZ-ish to even speak of this, but the genie is out the bottle. These photos exist—even if they aren't real—but it might be time to go back to focusing on another part of Oden's body—his knee. As long as that man's knees are working, that's all that should matter to any of us.