The pain from Kawhi Leonard’s quadruple doinker still feels fresh. Our fandom wounds, still bleeding, haven’t even had a chance to fester or scab yet. Pretzels I nervously ate during the game are now salty crumbs on my floor I was (am) too demoralized to clean, a stale reminder of anguish. Sure, learning that the Sixers players largely all spoke highly at exits of head coach Brett Brown was nice. And that Brown finally received an endorsement from ownership last night that he’ll be back next season may have helped a little bit too. But the agony of defeat is still as fresh as a spring shower.
Sixers’ Dreams and Nightmares: Lottery Edition
