GAME F*****G SEVEN

I know your life goals are supposed to get married, get a job, and have kids…but mine is to see that Jurassic Park viewing party go absolutely lifeless as the Raptors lose a Game 7 at home.

The Sixers monumental win in Game 6 to stave off elimination was as impressive as it was predictable. Our boys we’re not going down. NOT. LIKE. THAT. They were never going to win Game 5, it just so happened that they didn’t win and it went as badly as possible. It was like that Nicholas Cage movie where the world is trying to end itself in an apocalypse with constant catastrophic events. That was Game 5.

But here’s the thing about the NBA playoffs. It doesn’t matter if you lose by 10, 20 or 30. It’s how you bounce back after you lose. With a complete 180 in energy and execution, I’ll be damned the Sixers are right back in this thing.

After the blowout on Monday right, I wrote a blog (a rant) about what the Sixers needed to do better in Game 6 to keep this season going. I excluded Joel Embiid getting healthy because it was too obvious. Embiid, who I was told was fat and out of shape, played the entire third quarter and the first 15 minutes of the 2nd half. Oh, and he was a +42 tonight. We go back to Toronto for Game 7 and I have not seen the Raptors best a healthy Embiid. I have no idea what to expect if he’s at full strength, and I don’t think Toronto does either.

Next, I’d like to congratulate Jimmy Butler on his max contract. As JAMES Butler, stripped Kawhi Leonard and raced to the rim before the clock expired in the first half, only to finish and bring the crowd to its feet…he made the executive decision he was going to be a Sixer for life. He is our pit bull. We needed James Butler. But more importantly, we needed (AND GOT) Benjamin Simmons. 

Lastly, any Sixers fan who gets caught watching that adult version of Rune Scape instead of Game 7 should be exiled from the city of Philadelphia.

IT’S GAME FUCKING 7 BABY.