The Cliff Harris story is an all too familiar one. He was among the most fun-to-watch players in the country, and that talent is now wasted.

If you haven’t been keeping score at home, let’s recap the last two weeks.

The former Duck was cited for smoking marijuana in a parked car in New Jersey last week, arrested for domestic harassment outside a Buffalo Wild Wings on Sunday and pulled over for speeding and passing in a no-passing zone while driving to court on Tuesday. He was also charged with driving without possession of a license, then showed up several hours late to his court date. This is the same man who was pulled over for driving 118 mph on I-5 and told police “We smoked it all” when asked why his car smelled like marijuana.

All that being said, when I remember Cliff Harris, I’ll remember the guy who was here to “lock shit down.” I’ll remember the dude who was the cheese on top of the nachos, and the dude who liked Oregon’s green jerseys because “money be green,” and the guy who even in Chip Kelly’s we-don’t-acknowledge-rivalries locker room atmosphere called that team from Corvallis “Little Brother.” (Freshmen, ask an upperclassman.)

Unfortunately, Harris is making it harder and harder for anybody to think about that.

While I’ll acknowledge there’s some skill in getting arrested three times in nine days — I’m not sure I could replicate that feat if I tried — these arrests shouldn’t prevent Duck fans from remembering how exciting he was to watch on the field. Sports, after all, are just entertainment, and while some athletes are great role models, they’re not all interested in being role models (just ask Charles Barkley). We have a tendency to look at athletes like heroes, and the fact of the matter is they’re just regular people who happen to be really good at sports. There are athletes in the NFL who have been charged with things far worse than Harris.

His downfall is a sad story, but the sad thing is fans seem to care more than he does. I was enough of his fan back in the day to want to give him the benefit of the doubt, but if he cares little enough to not even take his driver’s license to a court date, it’s time to remember the good times and stop caring.