I'm still trying to process what I just watched.
The Hawks were down by 26 points. In Philadelphia. In a game which determines series tied 2-2 more than 80 percent of the time. And they came all the way back and won.
Usually when the win probability chart looks like it got a sudden erection, it's at the expense of whichever Atlanta professional sports franchise is playing. But now we got out boner chart.
Can we all just collectively take a moment to laugh at the entirety of Philadelphia? Here we have a city filled with disgusting scumbags who have done nothing but talk for years about The Process and how awesome Ben Simmons and Joel Embiid are. And even when Embiid has a career game and Seth Curry adds another 36 points, the rest of that sorry team can't do enough to keep a 26-point lead in the second half. This is supposed to be the 1-seed in the East we're talking about, by the way.
I feel alive. The tears from the people of the Asshole of the Northeast have rejuvenated me in a way I didn't know was possible. This feeling is euphoric.
The Hawks are just straight-up better than the Sixers. It took a first quarter in which Philly scored 38 points and was shooting 15-18 at one point to even make this game close. Atlanta was always going to make a run and the Sixers couldn't handle it. They're posers.
But as good as I feel right now, there is obviously the flip side of that coin. Everybody pray for Smitty tonight. I know how this feels and I absolutely wish it upon him.