Getting scolded by el pres via email is somehow 500x worse than getting scolded by any other boss in real life. Can’t explain why. Yes, maybe I did go to the game and partied my ass off too hard afterwards…but there’s a reason for this. THE SIXERS JUST BEAT THE CELTICS’ ASSES UP AND DOWN BROAD STREET TONIGHT.  Fucking Iverson was there.  It was one of the most beautiful sporting events in recent memory.  So instead of running home to throw up 3 sentences I had a ball in the parking lot with a couple hundred of my closest Philly peoples. My apologies to the Stoolies for leaving you hanging. Won’t happen again.  Analysis tomorrow morning. If I still have any guns left in my bullets.

SIXERS IN SEVEN, MOTHERFUCKERS.

GOODNIGHT, PHILLY!