Sixers are cursed until Jeffrey Epstein business partner Josh Harris sells the team

The Sixers are down 0-3 to the Knicks, the season is one loss from death, and the on-court play isn’t even the ugliest part of the week.

That is an insane sentence to write after watching this team get punked at home, but here we are.

New Epstein files reportedly show years of email exchanges between Sixers co-owner Josh Harris and Jeffrey Epstein. According to the Philadelphia Inquirer, the records show an ongoing business relationship that included numerous phone calls and at least one visit to Epstein’s Manhattan home.

The article does state that the emails do not show Harris was involved in sexual misconduct. That needs to be said clearly.

But come on. We are still talking about Jeffrey Epstein. The emails happened between 2013 and 2016, years after Epstein’s 2008 guilty plea for solicitation of prostitution with a minor. This was not some random guy Harris accidentally bumped into at a charity dinner. This was Jeffrey Epstein, already publicly disgraced, still floating around Wall Street circles like a cartoon villain with a Rolodex.

And now Harris’ team wants everyone to believe this was all basically nothing. His spokesperson said Harris “never had an independent relationship with Jeffrey Epstein” and claimed Harris tried to avoid meetings, cancel others, and prevent Epstein from developing a corporate relationship with Apollo.

Jeffrey Epstein to his friend Josh Harris:

"you should fee [sic] free to call me directly. so that i may explain my thinking. Any conversation that you prefer to stay between just us. will. its my financial confessional booth for jews."

Keep in mind this exchange was 5 years… pic.twitter.com/KhndKYzbVY

— Brian Hart (@BrianHartPR) May 8, 2026

Maybe that is technically how they want to frame it. Fine. Print the lawyer-approved version.

But the emails still show years of contact. Numerous phone calls. At least one visit to Epstein’s home. Enough smoke to make any normal person ask what the hell was going on here. Just read the email above. Doesn’t sound like two people randomly emailing each other regarding business arrangements.

Sixers fans are paying for Josh Harris’ bad karma

This is where the Sixers come in, because the universe has a very sick sense of humor.

The Sixers just spent another postseason giving their fans the same old horror movie. No depth. No rebounding. No bench. No answers. Paul George scored 15 in the first quarter of Game 3 and then vanished like he saw a ghost sitting courtside. Tyrese Maxey attempted zero threes in the first half. The bench gave them 11 points. The Knicks beat them on the glass, beat them at the line, and beat them emotionally.

This organization has been cursed for years, and maybe we have been overthinking the reason.

Maybe it is not the Process.

Maybe it is not bad injury luck.

Maybe it is not the basketball gods punishing us for Sam Hinkie being too smart for the league.

Maybe the owner being tangled up in Epstein emails is enough bad karma to poison the entire operation.

Because how else do you explain this franchise? Every year it finds a new way to humiliate itself. Different coaches. Different stars. Different role players. Same ending. A second-round funeral with everyone standing around asking how the body got there.

Meanwhile, Josh Harris keeps sitting courtside like this is just another asset in the portfolio. Another line on the spreadsheet. Another franchise to own while the fans carry the emotional damage.

The Sixers keep rotting from the top down

Daryl Morey deserves blame for this roster. He built another top-heavy team with no bench, no real backup plan, and no margin for error. When the stars are tired, hurt, or frozen in the moment, the whole thing collapses.

But Harris is the top of the food chain. He owns the mess. He signs off on the direction. He hires the people. He watches the same failure play out every spring and somehow the answer is always more patience from the fans.

No. Enough.

Philadelphia has put up with enough from this team. We watched The Process. We watched burner accounts. We watched Ben Simmons forget how to play basketball. We watched Kawhi’s shot bounce for six years. We watched Jimmy Butler leave. We watched Harden quit. We watched Embiid get blamed for everything short of the JFK assassination. Now we are watching the Knicks push the Sixers toward another offseason of excuses while the owner’s name pops up in Epstein files.

At some point, the stink becomes impossible to ignore.

The Sixers do not feel unlucky anymore. They feel cursed. And if karma is real, Harris is not the only one catching strays. The entire fanbase is getting hit by the blast radius.

Sell the Sixers and free us from this nightmare

Josh Harris should sell the Sixers.

Not because one email exchange makes him guilty of something the article explicitly does not show. Because the whole thing is rotten enough already.

The basketball has failed. The fan trust is cooked. The organization keeps selling hope and delivering humiliation. Now the owner has to answer questions about years of contact with Jeffrey Epstein after previously being framed as someone who barely had any real connection to him.

Until Harris sells, this team will keep finding new ways to collapse. The bench will keep disappearing. The stars will keep running out of gas. The front office will keep patching holes with duct tape. The fanbase will keep staring into the abyss while Knicks fans celebrate in our building like they own the place.

The universe has its flaws. Plenty of bad people skate through life untouched. But every now and then, karma remembers to clock in.

Sadly, Philadelphia is standing way too close to Josh Harris while it swings.