Tyrese Maxey was injured in a 17-point home loss to the Portland Trail Blazers on Monday night. The Sixers are now 21-39 and tied for 11th in the east. Meantime, Daryl Morey is out here liking pictures of a half-naked and celebratory Kesha, as observed by Bricks Center and the big NBA slop accounts:

Happy birthday to Kesha, who performed at the Wawa Welcome America concert this past summer in Philadelphia, where someone threw her a Sixers jersey with her name on it. Was it Daryl, pre-Yabu, looking for a stretch four?

The man has always had great taste in women, as evidenced by his following of the “Girls in Yoga Pants” Twitter account:

Some people will say “why is Daryl Morey scrolling Instagram when his team is in shambles?” To that I say, why not? Sure, people are calling for his job and Bob Myers rumors are swirling, but unless Daryl can swap out his Android for a scalpel and perform the nonexistent Joel Embiid knee surgery, then I’m not sure what there is for him to do. He’s been active and moving pieces around during this desiccated husk of a basketball season. Should he go back in time and not extend Joel and not sign Paul George?

Remember, it wasn’t that long ago that he was being lauded for having a great offseason, then two of the three stars were injured right out of the gate and the Sixers never got off the runway. We can play revisionist history and talk about what should have or should not have been done, but if you’re retroactively calling for the team to move on from Joel and not sign Podcast P in the first place, then what you are actually calling for is a retool at best, or a rebuild at worst. Nothing wrong with that, but let’s just frame the argument properly and understand what each re-litigated scenario entails.


Anyway, the thing about Kesha is that she’s trashy, but fun, basically the archetype of a woman from Delco, Northeast Philly, or Boyertown. That’s a compliment. Someone let Gen Z know what they missed: