Memo to Joel Embiid: Shut up. No, not your mouth .... your thumbs.
Really? An Instragram post with the F-work in it? You are complaining that the Sixers are babying you? And rather than acting like a professional about it, rather than heeding the advice that your parents gave you and thinking through every decision you make, you pull a stunt like this on social media?
Might make perfect sense to you, young man. But there is a reason why those who are not of your generation shake their heads at your generation.
Once upon a time, a professional basketball player who had a beef with the way his team was handling a situation would vent his frustrations behind closed doors, so the world would not know about it.
It is called the prudent thing to do.
Maybe you should Google that.
Because your juvenile Instagram post about being "babied" is now the dominant storyline surrounding your team, which until Monday evening was the feel-good story of the entire basketball universe. Y'all hadn't lost in over a month, and only once at home since Christmas. Your lineup is loaded -- even with you on the shelf with a fractured eye socket, which is a bit more serious than a twisted ankle, OK?
And now look what you've done.
Your temper tantrum via your precious smartphone has provided Instant Instagram validation to the widely held belief that the Sixers are too young and too inexperienced to be considered too seriously as a viable Eastern Conference representative in this June's NBA Finals.
Were you not listening when you were told ad infinitum (you studied Latin, one would presume) to be very, very careful about what you post on social media, because it can take on a life of it's own and haunt you for the rest of your life?
This one episode does not define who you are as a person or as a basketball player, except for the fact that it actually does ... until you eventually make your return and try to make everybody forget about it ... which they never will.
Here's the thing, Joel.
The people who are "babying" you are actually pretty smart people. They have been told by other very smart people (they are called microsurgeons, and they have to be pretty good at what they do to slice open your face right next to your eyeball and repair teeny tiny little broken bones) that the safe thing to do is wait for your body to heel, because the instant gratification dynamic does not actually apply to the body's physical healing powers.
Or to put it another way: Dude, you just had a surgeon take a scalpel to your face, and anybody who saw you on TV last night could see that your eye socket is still bruised.
You are a smart guy, but here's the deal: Your mind and the rest of your body may be willing and able and aching to play, but those very, very fragile bones holding your eyeball safely in place could shatter again if they are not fully healed.