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It’s that time of the week, Philadelphia; we’re proud to announce this week’s Asshole of the Week. Though, it occurs to us that you may not wholly support this week’s winner.

The Pistons blew out the Sixers last night 98-81, putting Philadelphia at the brink of elimination. But, the big story from the game was Samuel Dalembert’s new coif. Sammy shaved a fresh mohawk before Tuesday’s game, with the initials “SD” on the side. “SD” stands for “Samuel Dalembert” and “strong defense” according to Sixers play-by-play man Marc Zumoff. Sammy’s nemesis Rasheed Wallace went for 19 points, 6 boards and 6 blocks, so Dalembert might just want stick to telling us it's his namesake.

Eliot Spitzer was a tireless crusader for the cause of cleaning up Wall Street corruption. He also was a sex-crazed fiend who would spend the gross per capita of the average Third World country on a blow job.

Philadelphia, let's start acting like real basketball fans.

What's new and/or interesting in Philly theaters this weekend.

This Phillyist would like to interrupt this wonderful Wednesday to remind you that Philadelphia’s NBA representative, the 76ers, will be starting their season tonight at 7 p.m. with a road game against the Toronto Raptors. The team is not expected to do too much this year. In fact, most people are picking them to finish last in their division, and Sports Illustrated even picked them to pull up the rear in the entire Eastern Conference. Then again, think about it for a second, and how could you NOT pick them for last in their division? Take the leap for a look at what the teams in the Atlantic Division were up to this off-season.

Stephen A. Smith is an evil, evil man. There is simply no other way that this can be said.

The Sixers have spent the past decade being too small and individualistic on the court, dumb-witted and stubborn in the front office, and unwilling to change with the times in both areas. All of that changed last season. They got rid of their star players. For quarters at a time, they ran the court and shared the basketball. Andre Miller looked like a poor man’s Steve Nash, and Kyle Korver made enough plays away from...

All across the Ist-A-Verse (or at least the American parts thereof), writers and editors are in the midst of enjoying their three-day weekend. But after the week we've all had, we feel like the break is not only needed, but deserved. Just look at everything we've been doing!

Please welcome to the ranks of the Phillyist staff Mr. Chris Zakorchemny, who'll be helping us fill in the gaps in our sports coverage this summer. Chris found us (and we found him) through Flickr. Yay, sports! Yay, Flickr!

Between fake terrorist alerts and scandals big and small, this just might be the Best Best of the -ists ever. We're exhausted just thinking about it.

Maybe rebuilding the Sixers is the best thing to do, as the team has failed to progress in the last couple of years. And this season has been particularly abysmal. Despite all that Iverson has given this town - 4-time scoring champion while finishing in the top 3 every year since '99, 2-time leader in steals, 2001 MVP, rookie of the year, 2-time Allstar MVP, trip to the 2001 NBA Finals - his detractors will always say that his attitude was what prevented his talent from paying out bigger dividends.

We've got yet another new addition to the team: sports aficionado, as well as night and weekend wanderer of the streets, bars, cafes, galleries, theaters, and concert venues of Philly, Brion Sheffler! His first piece for us is a re-cap of the most recent Flyers game, but he also likes both kinds of football - the American version, and the other one, which is not called soccer, damn it!

Sometimes you need to clean yourself up, get serious, and move in with daddie for a few months before you head to Latin America for a new gig. The District bid's Jenna Bush adios. D.C.-based television shows have an elderly audience and DCist has Butterstick the panda bear a birthday bash.

Yes, you read the headline right -- it was a pretty good night for Philadelphia basketball in the NBA Draft. Not as good as it could have been, but at the moment, we aren't complaining.

Sampaist is on the scene in São Paulo beginning this week to become the only ist south of the Equator. Editor Leandro M. Pinto leads the paulistanos down there.

For us here at Phillyist, the images of one particular cold Tuesday night at the Palestra a few months ago are still seared on our memory. When the halftime buzzer sounded in the annual Holy War clash between Saint Joseph's and Villanova, the Hawks held a stunning 12-point lead over the then-No. 4-ranked Wildcats. The sellout crowd was in a state of shock -- the blue half almost silent, the red half delirious.

The weeks starts out right when a sucker punch on the field lands Chicagoist in the middle of a Sox/Cubs throwdown and the fists continue to fly in the comments. Despite suburban resident Ms. Pinney's best little try no books will be banned anytime soon and the El is really really gross.

We forget who called Kyle Korver the Ashton Kutcher of the Sixers (and the NBA, really), but we sort of agree, even though the comparison doesn't make sense when you think about. Sure, they kind of have shaggy hair, but Ringo Starr did too. Early on, anyways.

As you may have heard, the local pro football team has fallen upon some tough times of late. An absurd, surreal contract dispute, the quarterback's myriad physical ailments, the head coach's puzzling play calls, and a defense that somehow forgot how to be nasty have all combined to produce an Eagles squad that is, one season after advancing to the Super Bowl, in serious danger of missing the playoffs altogether. Any day now we're expecting to hear that Wilma McNabb has sliced off a fingertip while opening a can of Chunky.

It's not that we don't like watching Allen Iverson play. The guy is an absolute warrior - wants to play hurt, wants to play when the Sixers are up, wants to play when the game's close, wants to play when they're getting hammered. Time and time again, he gets knocked to the court, and you just wait for him not to get up, because he's not the burliest guard in the league, after all, but then, there he is, scraping himself off the floor and hobbling to the free throw line.

Editor's note: It's rare that we step out of our collective voice/pants to let someone steal the spotlight. In our history, we've only done it when (a) the Pope did a guest spot in our 30 Days of Easter series, (b) we put up a "Day as Phillyist Editor" for bid and Singularist won, (c) we just felt like wingin' it. Today, we let Tom Durso, the newest member of our team, don the slim-fit pants before diving into the big waistline that is Phillyist.