The first sellout crowd of the year, over 20,000 fans, came out to see YOUR PHILADELPHIA 76ERS take on the Boston Celtics last night. With the Sixers surging of late, Monday night’s game against the Eastern conference leading Celtics had that playoff musk in the air. The ticket booths were jam packed as tons of fans were scrambling to find last minute tickets to what Mo Cheeks described as “one of the biggest games of the season.”
However it didn’t play out so well during the first few minutes for the Sixers as they spotted the Celtics a 15 point cushion. Jesus Shuttlesworth and Da Truth came out on FIRE, torching the Sixers D from all over the hardwood. The Sixers got back on their horse and mounted a nice comeback eventually tying the game at 44 with five minutes to go in the second quarter. The crowd went nuts and everyone was prepping themselves for an exciting second half.
The second half was a totally different story however. The Sixers could not buy a bucket coming out of the gates and slowly feel into a 10 point hole. Iggy, who was hot all first half was struggling in the second as he air-balled a free throw and starting building a house with all his bricks he was chuckin’ up. It wasn’t pretty to watch and proved the 76ers are a ways away from where they need to be.
Down 16 at one point during the fourth, it was definitely time to leave when Jason Smith started launching three balls. The Celtics went on to win their 50th game of the season, the first time since their 1992 campaign, 100-86.
Slammin’ Sammy – 2 points, 5 fouls – SHUT YOUR MOUTH and PLAY you LOSER!
Young Bucks: Lou Will didn’t look so good, Thad DID
Nice to see Sam Cassell return to NBA action in a Celtics jersey last night. He played AWFUL and received a standing ovation as he exited the game with three fouls after approximately 5 minutes of action, good stuff.
PJ Brown is still in the league, in case any of you were wondering, HA who knew. #93 by the way (Dennis Rodman ‘esque).
KG is a beast.
Oh You Know What Really Grinds my Gears:
Parking at the Sports Complex. WTF is with these morons that run that shit. For the love of God, why can’t they open more entrances right off Broad and around back between the Linc. They make everyone late because they have 2 or 3 entrances open for 20,000 fans to get their cars into. It’s ridiculous. And $11, are you serious?
Filed under 76ers, Grinds My Gears
Tagged as Dennis Rodman, Grinds My Gears, Iggy, Jason Smith, Paul Pierce, PJ Brown, Ray Allen, Sam Cassell, Sixer Girls, Sixers, the Truth
As many of you probably already know, Pennsylvania has been heading the charts for the WORST roads in the U S of A for a while now. According to a recent survey conducted by Overdrive Magazine, Louisiana jumped passed us to take the number one spot. Mind you, Louisiana did just recently go through a natural disaster (Hurricane Katrina) which was basically the sole reason that caused them to take the top spot. Uhh the last time I checked, the state of Pennsylvania’s last natural disaster occurred in 1889 during the Johnstown flood.
So umm WHAT THE FUCK IS THE HOLD UP PENNDOT?
Our roads are fucking terrible and somebody needs to get on that ASAP. Recently I had to tend to a flat tire on 76 during peak rush hour due to a gi-normous pothole that I could not avoid unless I felt like slamming my Audi into the side of the guard rail. Yea it was awesome. Actually I would never wish that upon anyone, even my mortal enemy (well maybe). I was coming home from the Sixers Lakers game this past December with Chris and decided to head to my buddy’s place in Manayunk. Five miles from the Kelly Drive exit and “KABOOOM”. Probably one of the loudest sounds my car has ever made; so loud that it felt like the doors around me were going to fall off. I had to meander to the right side, as the flat happened in the fast lane and had to continue to ride on my rim until I could find enough room to pull over near an on-ramp. Once I found a few feet of room I went to check and realized I couldn’t even get out of my drivers side door to fix the tire (front drivers side) due to the speeding traffic flying by my door. Ahh anyway, you probably get how it ends, me being extrememly pissed off, struggling with the tire, yada yada yada.. long night.
Has anyone been on Route 309 in the last 5, 10, 15 years? Is the construction project on that road EVER going to be finished?
Take a look at your W-2 which has recently grazed across your desk, specifically box # 17. Then think of how much PENN DOT sucks. Yea, its fucking annoying.
As we sit here in this winter wonderland on this snowy Friday along the Eastern seaboard, my true frustration with the weather “people” has grown so great that I must get this off my chest.
Dear Mr. Weatherman,
Is your job so hard to where you cannot even come close to prediciting the weather correctly? With all of the new technology and people working around the clock to track Mother Nature, you would think that the person reporting it; a man of the public, a person we rely on on a daily basis, a person we are supposed to trust, would be able to make an “educated” stab at the outcome for the day. I believe the forecast was 1-2 or 3 inches of snow today. I woke up at 7 to at least 4 inches on top of my car. And it has been continually snowing ever since that time. The update on the radio I heard in my office:
“We, MAYBE, could get anywhere from 4-12 inches in parts of the region today. It might turn to rain later, but theres a possibility of snow until early Saturday morning.
Maybe, 4-12 inches, Region …. A little more specific please. Jesus Christ, so basically any range of options here. WHICH ONE DUDE?
I love how when they predict snow and you open your window anxiously to check, its like freaking Hawaii outside. Yet, when they downplay a snowstorm theres goddamn 2 feet of snow out there.
So, all I ask Mr. Weatherman, is please get a fucking clue before you publicize your findings to me from now on.
PS: I Hate You
How does this happen? Don’t they have technicians working round the clock to prevent this sort of thing from happening? I have been in my office since 8:00 this morning. The internet and my email were working for approximately the first 35 minutes of the day. Then, the CRAP OUT. ESPN starts thinking, emails stop coming in. F*&$ Me! Since that time (8:35 am) I have been sitting here, listening to WIP, reading the newspaper and now, writing this post. The time: 11:15 am. How does one expect to conduct business without the means of Internet or Email in this day and age? Not only can I not do my regular work, I can’t cruise the internet in between doing my regular work, and this my friends is what truly frustrates me to no end.
I can’t even post this post that I am writing. I am writing it in Word, to save and post later. I’m heading to the john for a while to “Release” some frustration on that piece of white porcelyn. Time: 11:19.
Wow, coffee will get ya.
11:36 – That was a long one. Still no internet. Getting really T-O’ed over here.
12:01 – Nada. Ughhh WTF! Get me outta here, this is pointless. Long lunch for sure.
12:35 – Still no ‘Net. OKK people. Why am I still sitting here? So we changed our payroll procedures, and I know have to report my hours online every two weeks. Just found out that I have to have that in by the end of the day today and can only do from my work server, which, whatta ya know, DOES NOT WORK. If I don’t get paid next week, I’m gonna freak. Not cool.
1:05 – FINALLY. Back up and running. Time to post.
So I’m driving home from work and this lady is all worked up in her car hooting and hollering on her cell phone while attempting to drive. Let me tell you, most women can’t drive first of all, let alone do two things at once, like chew gum and breathe. I was ready to get out of my car and slap this lady across the face by the third stop sign we came to. A ridiculous 10 mph slower then the speed limit, wondering why I am up her ass, and she has the AUDACITY to flip me the bird. Who the F do you think you are lady?
Now I use my cell phone in the car when necessary but this does not hinder my driving in any way, shape, or form.
You want to know what else REALLY Grinds My Gears: All this Britney Spears Pub. What the christ is going on with that girl? As I was flipping through my radio dial, I happened to land on Wired 96.5 only to hear “MORE SHOCKING BRITNEY NEWS, stay tuned for breaking details”.
Cant we just toss her in a loony bin already and throw away the key? Its getting to be a bit absurd. I’m sick and tired of hearing her name via the media every single day, literally every day and seeing her disgusting and vile face. Hey Britney, do us AND your poor kids a favor. KILL YOURSELF ALREADY.
Sorry for the non sports related rant, but I felt the need to vent
How many of you listen to 610 WIP? Personally, I thoroughly enjoy having a sports talk radio station dedicated solely to Phialdelphia Sports. However, I cannot stand Howard Eskin. He boils my blood, gets under my skin and basically makes me want to throw my radio across the room.
How does this man even have a job talking about sports radio? He knows barely anything about sports, proven by his moronic opinion about basically every topic related to Philadelphia Sports. And yet, hes the one that WIP sends to Arizona to cover the Super Bowl instead of Stevey and Cuz, by far the best two radio personalities on WIP.
I have brought this topic up to numerous acquaintances whenever sports and media are intermingled in a conversation and one mentioned how Howard has a pretty nice following of dedicated listeners who live and die by Howard’s words.
Have you ever listened to these people when they call in? They are senial, retarded, basement dwellers. The King of Bling needs to be stopped from infiltrating our ears with useless sports opinions and facts.
I am a dedicated listener to Stevey and Cuz’s Midday show in my office during the week, but once that 3 o’clock hour rolls around and I hear his entrance theme, I wanna go insane and punch somebody. I find myself listening to him and getting more and more pissed, ultimately using it as motivation to head straight to the gym.
Come on WIP, get a clue you NIT WITS, you’re friggin’ whipped. Does this guy remind you of someone?