After "extensively exploring treatment options" following a partially torn meniscus and bone bruise in his left knee, Joel Embiid appears destined for surgery. ESPN's Marc Stein reports that it is "very likely" that the Sixers big man will go back under the knife after playing in only 31 career games, all in this, his third year in the league.
After right foot surgery derailed his first two seasons in Philadelphia, a Sixers fan can only lament.
Sure, perhaps in, say, 2019 Embiid will return and play his first full season in five years.
But it doesn't matter. The Process is dead.
Hinkie and Noel are gone; Colangelo and Okafor are here.
Whatever, who cares? The Process is dead.
Yes, Simmons may become all-world, and The Homey Dario is already all-fun, but it ain't the same.
I could write up a thing about what it all means for the long-term future of the Sixers and how ungodly awful that trade with the Mavericks was and how the entirety of their 73-243 record over the last four years may all be for nothing and it's 2017 and fucking Donald Trump is the President of the United States and this year is the goddamned worst.
But I'd rather not.
The Process is dead. Long live the Process.