I’m not even sure what to say this morning. This horrible, terrible, completely forgettable sports year has done a 180 in its final days. It’s sort of like The Usual Suspects. That movie wasn’t awful leading up to its last 1%, the way the sports year has been, but it was in those final moments that every mundane, superfluous detail was reconciled and placed in proper context within the big picture. And so, every joke about the Flyers paying a Russian goalie $23 million to go away… every punchline of an Andrew Bynum joke that the Sixers were a part of… every swipe about the Eagles’ porous defense… every moronic shout that Chip Kelly and his offense won’t work in the NFL, like this column from media analcyst Heath Evans…
Yes, worse than Steve Spurrier, the old ball coach who is one of college football’s top offensive minds ever but who failed miserably in the NFL, going 12-20 in two seasons with the Washington Redskins (2002-03). Kelly, too, is a dynamic college head coach, but what he’s about to bring to the NFL simply won’t work.
… and this Tweet from Howard Eskin…
… all spun into a big Waterford-made ball and dropped onto the head of the previous 360 days.
Bynum suspended for being an absolute loon. His quest to earn $41 million over three seasons by playing in about 40 games is over.
Eskin is sucking D:
And the Eagles – thanks to a literal reversal of fortunes as Kyle Orton did his best Tony Romo and was just ever-so-slightly off on a slant pattern throw in the fourth quarter of a big game – are the NFC East Champions.
I’m now expecting Roy Halladay to announce that scientists have rebuilt his back and right arm, and for Ruben Amaro to complete a three-team blockbuster and acquire both Giancarlo Stanton and Mike Trout.
Suddenly, all the suffering and self-pity has been turned on its head, giving us the last laugh. Suddenly, sports are fun again. Suddenly… that barbershop quartet in Skokie, Illinois doesn’t exist.
Yes, we’re all Verbal Kint today, shedding our limp as we casually stroll to an awaiting car that will take us into 2014.
Let’s hit it!
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Connor Barwin found Monty G still going strong outside the NovaCare Complex at 5 a.m.:
We made it back to Philly and look who I find outside our facility…Mr. G!!! (It's 5AM) pic.twitter.com/KpJzpWvUix
— Connor Barwin (@ConnorBarwin98) December 30, 2013
The Redskins fired Mike Shanahan today and the poor guy could barely make it to his own hanging:
— Sky Kerstein (@SkyKerstein) December 30, 2013
Sort of resembles the scene at the NovaCare Complex 364 days ago. What a difference a year makes.
The Constitution Center this morning:
Not quite as joyous in the Big D:
— Buzzer on FOX (@BuzzeronFOX) December 30, 2013
Cool feature on the Inquirer’s website about how Twitter saw the game.
The Sixers beat the Lakers last night and about 10, 9, 8, 7 people noticed.
Evan Turner pissed off the Lakers with his 360 dunk to end the game:
A collection of Tweets and other nonsense from last night is after the jump.