Not long ago, I went to a Sixers game with my 10-year-old godson. That's not the beginning of a joke, though it probably could be.
So we're sitting there eating nachos and drinking beer (OK, I was drinking beer. He abstained; can't have my designated driver getting all banged up, you know?). He started looking around the largely empty arena, and a curious, confused look spread over his face. He studied the crowd for a while, then turned to me and asked a simple question with a complicated answer: "Where is everyone?"
It's equally tough to explain to a kid or an adult - or, in my case, an adult who invariably acts like a kid - how a once-proud franchise has devolved into . . . this. I generally wouldn't advise looking at the NBA standings if you consider yourself a Sixers fan, but it was necessary for the purpose of this column. The home boys are 17-31 at the moment, tying them for the third-worst record in the Eastern Conference and the sixth-worst in all of basketball.