I’m tired. I’m tired of being patient. I am tired of constantly defending you to my friends and I am tired of caring more about the Philadelphia 76ers than you. I am tired of trusting the process. I am tired of seeing early playoff exits and am tired of feeling a sense of false hope. I am done feeling tired.
You, Ben, are a selfish man. A multimillionaire who had it made from birth. You were treated like a prince in Australia and couldn’t identify a blue collar worker if it slapped you in the face. Benny could do no wrong. You then flew to the states, where Montverde Academy and LSU turned you into an ego-stroked, power hungry, behemoth. Once again, Benny could do no wrong.
You then get drafted with the number one overall pick in the 2016 NBA Draft. Now I’ll be honest with you Ben, I was ecstatic when the Sixers drafted you. Sure, you may be an asshole, but I knew how talented of a basketball player you were. Winning heals all.
And yes, it would be unfair of me to sit here and not give you the recognition you deserve. You actually had some bright spots during your career in Philly. You are a gifted defensive presence and can push the floor as well as any guard in the league. That’s not why I am writing you this letter.
What happens when Benny does wrong? See, your whole life Ben, you were treated as a larger than life figure that could make no mistake. Your pencil didn’t have an eraser and your lunch box was filled with letters of affirmation from mom. So when you were finally told you did something wrong, by a city that holds their athletes accountable, you fled faster than a bride who gets cold feet on their wedding day.
And wanna know what the funniest thing about this entire ordeal is Ben? You actually thought you were going to return to this city, not try, and still collect a paycheck. You clearly know nothing about Philadelphia.
See, we earn our money here Ben. This is a blue collar city that wakes up each morning with a motivation to earn and provide. You don’t belong here and frankly, you never did.
Finally Ben, I want to say something that to you that you have probably never heard someone say to you before; I am disappointed in you. I am disappointed that you left when things got tough. I am disappointed that you didn’t shoot in the 4th quarter of last years playoffs and am disappointed that you passed up that wide open dunk. You Ben, will never understand how great things could have been here. This city was ready to embrace you and Joel as the kings of the city. Isn’t that what you wanted Benny? A further stroke to your already massive ego? The feeling of power. Are a few boos really going to scare you away? Of course they are, because you and the word accountable are like baking soda and vinegar.
This will be the last time I will ever be writing to you Ben. I had your back longer than I should, but a man can only take so much. You broke our trust and you broke my heart. Farewell, Benny.
Yours Truly, Pete