Friday, April 13, 2018

Sixers vs. Heat: 7 Not-Even-Close-to-Important Questions

Why is Richaun Holmes so out of frame in this pic?

Despite the fact that they kicked Trevor Booker to the curb, the 2018 Philadelphia 76ers have gone on to become the greatest team in NBA history.

Sixteen straight wins.

Two rookies better than Donovan Mitchell.

And one sideline reporter, Molly Sullivan, who should be required to ask the same question to every player after every game:

Can you believe that I have this job? I can’t believe that I have this job. What was your mindset going into the 4th quarter knowing that the most basic, boring, blow-dried chickenhead, had this job?

This Saturday, the Sixers will attempt to blow-dry the Miami Heat (which is something you already know, and a fact that I didn’t need to include in this article, but I did need some sort of transition to talk about the Heat, so here we are).

Just a few years ago, the Heat featured one of the most legendary NBA trios of all time: Glen Rice, Rony Seikaly and Rony Seikaly’s 10-inch cock. Now, Miami has thrown together a hodgepodge of mediocre talent that includes local products Wayne Ellington (from Episcopal) and Donte Divincenzo’s brother, Ronde Divincenzo.

Can't even come close to figuring out what ethnicity this man is. 

So, seeing as I don’t have the intellectual capacity to come up with a legitimate, coherent theme for this post, I figured I might as well take the easy way out and come up with Seven Not-Even-Close-to-Important Questions going into the series.

Let’s go!

Who Has the Worst Haircut in this Series? 

If you are a human being who has an actual working brain, odds are that you immediately thought of Richaun Holmes—whose braided man bun has, in my opinion, held him back from becoming the first player in NBA history to attempt, and complete, a flip dunk.

RoCo is also in the mix, based on the fact that he has the same haircut as every 13-year-old kid in North Philadelphia. But the worst haircut in this series, BY FAR, belongs to Kelly Olynyk.

How 'bout that one straggler hair just twangling off the side?

Honestly, it’s not just the hair, it’s the goatee. Well, and the hair. And like, the everything. Why are you doing this, Kelly? Can you imagine naming your kid Kelly?

Can you imagine naming your kid Kelly and having the last name Tripucka?

How does this man not have a podcast? 

What an amazing world we live in.

Which Player is Most Capable of Eating Another Player? 

Bam Adebayo.

Will There Be Any Questions About Actual Basketball in this Post? 

It’s possible!

(But not probable.)

Ugh, fine.

Let’s try one.

JoJo vs. Hassan Whiteside. Talk to Me. 

Not exactly a question, but okay.

Before the whole mental health craze took off—and it became cool to have anxiety and panic attacks and multiple gay lovers—we had a way of describing people like Hassan Whiteside. They had "attitude problems." My wife has an attitude problem. I once tried to show her the proper way to slice a mango and she canceled my cellphone plan. True story.

Hassan is a classic example of a man with mental health issues. An ornery malcontent, with an undiagnosed chemical imbalance, who could be triggered by even the slightest change to his daily routine.

Enter a 7-foot African man wearing a mask.


Whiteside really might throw not one, not two, not three, not four, not five, but six mangos right at Embiid's face.

Honestly, I don't know what the deal is with these two. I don't know if they genuinely hate each other, or if it's all an act, or some combination between the two, but I do know that I have to go to a Bat Mitzvah on Saturday night and miss the game—is that fucking unbelievable or what?!


Can Anyone Stop Ben Simmons? 

I’m sure there is a Kardashian out there somewhere nodding her head, but until they dig their claws into Benny Boy, the answer is no. Also, it was kind of a rhetorical question, so, whatever.

Ben Simmons is so fucking good at basketball. He is SO fucking good at basketball. It's nice that he's starting to get his due—and people are comparing him to Magic and LeBron and a young Carl Herrera—but he's still sort of underrated. I pray to God that he doesn't get mixed up with a white woman.

How much do you love Fultzy?!?

Hollywood couldn't have scripted this. Young, chipmunk-cheeked child goes #1 in the draft. Gets paid $5 million to forget how to play basketball. Sweet, way-too-understanding coach shows a ridiculous amount of patience, before he finally loses it during one, dumb press conference. Chipmunk-cheeked child agrees to try and play basketball, becomes youngest player ever to record triple double, is immediately asked by Molly Sullivan, "What was your mindset going into the fourth quarter?"


Sixers in three.

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