Almost everything went right for the Sixers this weekend except for the social team catching Matisse Thybulle eating pizza like a lunatic:

Now I can get behind double fisting pizza in the subway after a Sunday Funday. But no fold? Alternating bites between two slices? Does he just let the grease fall down his arm? For Red Bull’s next bit, instead of having Matisse learn Philly slang, teach the guy how to eat pizza. Something tells me Matisse bites into the middle of a Kit Kat, too. He probably eats the entire peanut, shell included, and leaves a bunch of chicken on the bone of his wings. Tobias Harris probably had to teach him the spaghetti twirl technique when they went out for Italian.

There’s just no strategy here from Matisse. He’s playing Battleship and randomly guessing where the destroyer might be. The pizzas don’t even look to be even size. One has a bite taken out of the crust. This is embarrassing to a city who brought us Pizza Rat.

This is chaos:

via Sixers twitter