Oh to be in the throes of a deep depression and indecisiveness of a career change while simultaneously being unemployed, being incredibly poor due to your own self-inflicted financial mishaps and with what feels to be a never ending worry of health scares due to your possible undiagnosed hypochondria.
No matter what, I always persevere through my never ending passion of watching sports. Yet, I still brought upon myself a never ending pain by enjoying Philadelphia sports more than my home state New York sports teams.
Nothing will ever feel as good as watching a Boston sports team blowing a 3-1 game lead to a much lower seeded Philadelphia team. Adding the Philadelphia Flyers winning their series against the Pittsburgh Penguins feels like eating a decadent surf and turf at a fine dining establishment, just keep feeding me more chef, you’ve outshined yourself.
I’ll admit I wasn’t sure about wanting Boston, but this team has a grittiness that many don’t have. Is this finally the process team of destiny?
The New York Knicks coached by Mike Brown will never strike fear into my heart, but a vengeful Mikal Bridges might.
For now, I’ll live off the high of Joel Embiid successfully baiting Jaylen Brown into attempting to be Superman for a Celtics team that should’ve been able to advance to the finals and definitely should’ve been able to close out a series up 3 – 1.
A Doc Rivers coached Sixers team couldn’t do this. Are we due for another miraculous Philadelphia playoff run? Can I see the 76ers in the finals against the Oklahoma City Thunder or the San Antonio Spurs? (Yes I’ve stupidly already eliminated the Timberwolves and Lakers, despite this being a crazy postseason so far)
Barring an Embiid injury, this feels like the summer of destiny and the potential poetic end of the process. Maybe it was just finally overcoming Boston, but something might be in the air in Philly with the Flyers and Sixers, a celebration for us, that’s not just the all star game, bicentennial, or World Cup. Instead an impromptu march down Broad Street carrying Joel Embiid’s body like the hero he is. Sixers in 7. And to Embiid, I’m a poor fan, I will gladly take you up on that offer, I need money, I want to go to the games.
Depression is draining and at times impossible. Finding something to give life meaning when you’re down and out is sometimes enough to keep you going. Go Sixers.
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