Remember the other day, when the Blob said you could never keep that darned prisoner of the moment locked up in the NBA playoffs, because the moment is always changing the locks and the prisoner keeps fleeing for some other Moment?
Well ... ahem.
Philadelphia 112, Toronto 101.
Yes, that's right. The 76ers, who looked all but done after losing Game 5 by 36 points, of course rallied to force Game 7. Joel Embiid, who was rumored to have been either A) desperately ill; B) malingering; or C) perhaps actually dead, mysteriously became Joel Embiid again, putting up a double-double and blocking a couple shots. And Ben Simmons, who has spent most of these playoffs vacationing in St. Tropez or some such tropical paradise, abruptly up and played himself some basketball, scoring 21 points and hitting 9-of-13 shots.
Which only goes to show you, again, that there is no such thing as momentum in the NBA playoffs. Every game is its own hermetically sealed entity, signifying nothing. And you know what that means.
It means Embiid has found Embiid again, or not. It means Simmons finally is going to become the playoff player he is in the regular season ... or not. It means the Raptors really are going to pull the standard playoff choke job we keep expecting.
Or, not.
Not. I vote not.
OK. So maybe.
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