Second Annual Fake Sixers Recap from 40,000 feet in the air

We are back with the second Fake Sixers Recap from 40,000 feet up in the air.

40K seems correct, right? Look, last time I was on a plane after a few martinis things spiraled fast. The boys were en route to Dallas and from PHL onwards, things turned into a complete shit show.

You can catch up on the first annual post here.

Sixers played preseason last night. Jaylen Brown baller. Never said a bad word about him.

Anyways, Terminal A was a mad house. Eagles fans everywhere. Bars packed, couple martinis with my guy Cass pre-flight like any TLL x Phans of Philly trip.

Big plane. Window seat. Saw a couple Phans of Philly faithful. Didn’t remember us. We remembered them. Also wearing Oakley Meta glasses. Supposed to tint. They do not. I look like Harry Potter.

Made a few jokes about the flight path over the pond and passing over America’s newest state Greenland. No one liked that either.

My row is decent. We have the drink menu out which is always a good sign. However, 6’3” (sup Ladies) in the window seat is no easy task.

Pretty sure there’s a news lady next to me. Maybe 6ABC? Seems nice. She has her headphones on dancing to god knows what.

Only issue is that she thought it was “The Gritty Line” which might be the most insulting thing ever. We’ll chalk it up as my inability to annunciate words properly.

Either way, insulted that she thought I would be that retarded to name the website something so gay.

Big miss, right?

Also just going to come out and say it. Lady in the aisle seat doesn’t deserve it. If this goes sideways, she’s gonna be a problem. We should always have our best in the exits and aisles. She is neither.

I will say, this little old lady was asking about gin on the menu so there’s a very good chance she becomes my best friend over the next 6 hours.

I got Cass right behind me which means I’m in charge of beverages and we’ll be drinking a whole bunch of Tito’s.

Haven’t been able to clock the flight attendants yet but if it’s this old lady telling me how to buckle my seatbelt then we might be in trouble.

I’ll turn on the charm. Happy faces, unlike Lane Johnson, because that man is sad and now retired.

Crazy right? I’m not in a position to avoid the same luxury unfortunately, but that’s neither here nor there.

Either way; this has nothing to do with the Sixers.

LeBron faking arthritis is a heady play. Rookie weight Embiid wasn’t playing.

Not interested.

I’ll lock in opening night. As for the Eagles, man, social media will really fuck your head up but at the end of the day, it’s only Week 5.

Talk to me in week 12-14 when shit actually matters.

Here’s an idea. I order 4 Tito’s and say two are for Cass, then Cass says he doesn’t know me and didn’t order anything, only to then immediately respond and order 4 for him and his “friend.”

Then this show really kicks off, ya know?

Fun fact about Phans of Philly: They are partners with our favorite 94.1 WIP.

I’ll report back later. Cheers. 

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