Life as a House

Unbeknownst to many but oft knownst to all of us, Sammy and the Sixers are making a serious playoff push. Like for real! The Cheeks-inspired running, stealing, dunk-bricking, shot-blocking, free throw-missing, hook shot-airballing, non trey-bunging helter-skelter lunacy of the 2007-08 Sixers is threatening to take the league by storm! Hide the women and children and especially the Celtics.

Shockingly, the recent resurgence has not been led by Sammy D morphing into a late 90s Shaq mixed with an early 70s Baron Samedi. Which is slightly unfortunate.

But this years Sixers, with their pass-first point guard, unassuming go-to guy, and rotation so youthful that a Haitian center with the heart of a 12 year old could qualify as a grizzled vet are threatening to win the hearts and minds of all those who care for the Nibba. Don't get me wrong--the national media as well as everyone not directly involved with the day-to-day running of this blog have no clue that they are about to bear witness to basketball's version of Cuban Revolution.

But all the fat Batista's in Boston and elsewhere are in for a wakeup call. Soon. Like next Monday. And once the ball has been set in motion, the Sixers campaign for the hearts and minds of the citizens of the world will have acquired all the unstoppable momentum of a Japanese Rube Goldberg machine. Stand in the way at your own peril!