What's that Smell?

Oh wait - it's the putrid funk associated with a basketball team that just shot a combined 33% over its past two games. Watching the second half of yesterday's debacle against the Nugs was like watching a 'Real Housewives of Atlanta' marathon: boring, predictable, and ultimately painfully embarrassing, only there weren't any random Eric Snow appearances to brighten up the scene. Even the crab fries were soggy, as if the Aramark employees were someone channeling the Sixers performance.

About the only bright side was Sammy D's work. Despite battling foul trouble thanks to a series of questionable calls by greasy ref Eli Roe, His Royal Dalembertness managed to score 12 points and grab 10 boards while also blocking 3 shots and keeping up a continuous trash-talking banter with NeNe in a strange and unfathomable Amazonian dialect.

It bodes well for Sammy to start the 2nd half off with a pair of reasonably good games. It bodes poorly for the Sixers to blow a winnable game at home against a good team.

Not to end on a depressing note, I will leave the readership with a link to this inspiring article about Young Thad. And for those of you who hate clicking on hyperlinks, here is a pic of the Bul and Mrs. Bubak at home in Fishtown.