And thus concludes the Andrew Bynum era in Philadelphia. It’s been fun.
Inquirer beat reporter John Mitchell tweeted:
And after dribbling a bit today (not even sure we can call what Bynum does practice), Bynum met with the media and admitted that it might be too late:
It's my life— that's what teenage girls tell their fathers when they opt for a life on the pole.
At what point are the Sixers just going to take Bynum outback and shoot him (figuratively, I think)? There’s literally no benefit to having him play this year, because one of only four things could happen: A) he plays well enough for the Sixers to foolishly give him a max contract, B) he helps get the Sixers into the playoffs and costs them a high draft pick, C) fans are so irate that he gets pelted with batteries, or D), the doomsday scenario, all of the above.
Like, the Sixers are exactly stupid enough to sign a guy long-term based on his play in 12 games. They are exactly stupid enough to try to salvage a playoff spot to make a quick buck from the gate. And they are exactly stupid enough to do a battery giveaway on the night of Bynum’s return.
Just end it. End it now.