Celtics Are Ready To Fold
The Opening Tip
Hello & Happy Almost Weekend - It's the Corner Three!
Oh Yeah, The Sixers
Don't Look Now
1 More/9 More. Let's fucking rock
This Week's Top 10
10. All-NBA List
8. LSU Women's Basketball
7. Asad's Hot Chicken
6. Trips to the Shore
5. Having Tuesday's Off
4. Game 5 Road Sixers
3. Georgia Football
1. Sixers in 6
Best Thing I Ate This Week
No disrespect to the PBJ burger, but the Bacon Cheddar from Lucky's last Chance takes a backseat to no one.
Mike's Corner... Room For 1 More
Every week, Spike or Mike will write something for the Corner Three Newsletter. Mike has returned and in grand fashion as he writes about the Sixers on the doorstep of the biggest game of the Process era.
They won a Game 5 in Boston. In some ways it feels like that should be it. Like they succeeded already, they have to do it again? We climbed this mountain, you’re telling me there’s more mountain?!
I would like the joy that comes from a win to match the devastation after a loss. A healthier person would be able to feel the win *more* than the loss. But I’m obviously not that, so we’re just aiming for equal. It’s never been the case. But with the Sixers one win from their first Conference Finals in 22 years, I’m hoping it’s possible. I watched Game 5 - as perfect a game as we could ever expect - curled up in the corner of my sofa, clutching my forearms like an anxious wife waiting for her betrothed to return from sea in 19th century Europe. I wouldn’t allow myself to be happy until I saw that ship on the horizon and the clock hit zeroes.
The reason for my inability to exhale is obvious, we’ve been burned before. But at what point can we finally get rid of yesterday’s demons and just enjoy the fact that our team is playing well? We’ve seen all year that this team is different. We repeat to ourselves after wins that this team is different. We wear it like a weighted blanket. But in the cold darkness of a dwindling 12-but-should-be-20 point lead at the end of the 3rd quarter, that blanket starts to feel full of holes. Maybe the Conference Finals is the benchmark, after which I can just enjoy the ride the way I did with last year’s surprising Phillies run to the World Series. I hope it is. So does my therapist. Unfortunately the Sixers are obviously different than the Phillies. They are less a team I’m rooting for than an appendage I need to not fail. You don’t cheer your kidney when it works. You’re just in excruciating pain when it doesn’t.
Up 3-2, at home, with momentum on our side, the MVP on our side, and Boston visibly ready to fold, the Sixers are on the doorstep of getting several monkeys off their back at once. I’m hopeful that there’s room for one more monkey to go. Save me from my own sense of impending doom and allow me to just enjoy a good Sixers team playing good basketball. Or I will simply remove my kidney by hand.
Peace, Love and Process Remember what I said last week (Closing em out in 6 at home. Heads High)