In lieu of the Hall of Fame Induction Ceremony a week ago, I am going to compile a list of the 76er players who exemplify terribleness and who reside on the complete opposite end of the Hall of Fame spectrum.
You can call them the anti-hall of famers or Bizarro Air Jordan’s, which ever you like.
The club went through a string of stupid trades that soured me to the club over the years and they suffered through a decade (or more) of below average play.
It started with them trading my favorite Sixer of all time: Moses Malone.
I forgave them for that one. They were still pretty competitive with Charles Barkley and crew.
Then Sir Charles forced his way out of town and the Sixers got Jeff Hornacek and a pair of shoe laces in return. Jeff was on the NBA JAM Roster for Sega Genesis as one of two players representing the Sixers, how pathetic is that?
The Sixers hands were tied with this one. It hurt but the Round Mound of Rebound did not want to be here, so they let him go and got eight cents on the dollar in return.
Shortly thereafter, the Sixers traded their only All Star representative in Hersey Hawkins. The anger was really starting to build up. Then the worst happened.
They drafted Shawn Bradley. I was done with this squad. I had officially written them off. They had the worst front office in sports.
It took, Pat Croce, Allen Iverson and Larry Brown to finally get them out their funk. I did route for A.I., Larry and crew and I think the Sixers are headed in the right direction, but I will never have them ranked ahead of the Eagles and the Phillies again.
I have a feeling I am not the only one.
This is the first induction into Walt’s Anti-Hall of Fame. So this class should feel extra special.
Without further hesitation:
The guy just hated playing in the lane and he hated being a Sixer. This guy defined the term stealing a paycheck. I think he may have stolen around $84 million from the Sixers.
He was, simply put, horrible. He is what you teach you kids not to be. (That is odd; Chris Webber is in a suit on the Sixers bench. This must have been when he was out with a chipped fingernail.)
This guy really pisses off Sixers fans. I am not lying when I tell this next story. The year the Sixers went to finals, during the Eastern Conference finals, I went to Taco Bell on City Line Avenue about two hours before the first home game was about to start. Who was in front of me in line? Matt Geiger.
I eat Taco Bell as a laxative. This guy eats it before a crucial playoff game. That should sum up his career. He would rather shit all over himself during warm ups, then actually be a productive player. He was a fiasco. I was able to find a picture of Matt in street clothes on the Sixers bench.
I don’t even think he was issued a jersey for the last two years of his contract.
This guy was drafted on potential alone, and that potential still has not been seen anywhere. So what does Billy King do? Give him an untradeable contract and watch him lazily run up and down the court.
If they measured Samuel’s basketball IQ, he would be considered a basketball retard. I would not even be remotely surprised if he came out for a game with his sneakers on his hands, instead of his feet.
This guy was the cog in the Moses Malone trade. He played in five games for the Sixers. FIVE GAMES!!! He tried making a comeback a few years later but played in only 11 games and sustained a weird injury due to getting hit with a luggage cart in Boston.
I cannot make this stuff up. I think he came off their salary cap books in 2006. What a stiff.
As General Manager from 1992 through 1994; this guy was responsible for trading Charles Barkley, hiring Doug Moe as coach, then firing him after a 19-37 start. It took Jim that long to realize Doug Moe sucked as a coach? Really?
The team finished 26-56 and got the second overall pick in the draft, in which it promptly used on Shawn Bradley, who hadn’t played a minute of basketball in two years, due to being on a Mormon mission.
Before Shawn’s first pro season, Mr. Lynam shipped Hersey Hawkins off to the Charlotte Hornets for Dana Barros. I think I just threw up in my mouth.
Here is Jim Lynam’s 76er record as General Manager:
1992 – 26-56
1993 – 25-57
He left in the summer of 1994. Great job Jim – you single-handedly forced an entire city to throw up all over themselves for over two straight years. You are best of the worst!!!