Two disappointing things happened in Philadelphia sports yesterday.

First, the Sixers won a game.

No, that’s not a typo. The Sixers beat the even more hapless New Jersey Nets, 108-97.

You see, the Nets are getting dangerously close to eclipsing the all-time mark for futility. For those who don’t know, that record belongs to none other than our very own Sixers. They went 9-73 in the
1972-73 campaign. No team has sunk to such depths since.

Until now. The Nets currently stand at 7-61. They need to win two more games to tie the mark, three to let it remain ours forever.

A lot of people are rooting for the Nets to keep losing, thus lifting this mantle of “losers” from around our necks. Not me. I’ll take records anywhere we can get them. It is a claim to fame – or maybe better yet infamy – and I say the more the merrier.

Speaking of infamy, we won’t have Shawn Andrews to kick around anymore.

The hulking former All-Pro offensive lineman beset with physical and mental issues over the past couple of season, now has a lot more time to devote to his music and work on Twitter. Andrews will have to “get his Michael Phelps on” somewhere else from now on.

He was released yesterday by the Eagles.

What a waste.

But it’s not like there won’t be any Andrews in these parts. His brother Stacy is sticking around, to the tune of several more million dollars.

Shawn Andrews responded to his release the way he usually does, by taking to Twitter and filing several posts.

How tweet it ain’t.