PHILADELPHIA — Joel Embiid doesn’t want to go for the win. He wants to leave the opposition in smithereens. Unleash damage like a monster truck while playing the joyful music of an ice cream truck. Destruction with a dash of devilish charm.



That’s why Embiid couldn’t just settle with claiming the upper hand last week in his second battle of the season with longtime nemesis Andre Drummond of the Detroit Pistons by outscoring him in the first half, 32-0. No, he also had to declare before a locker room full of cameras, microphones and recording devices that Drummond and his backup Zaza Pachulia — who both came within one foul of disqualification — were no match.



“I kicked both of their asses.”



Embiid then had to hop on his personal Twitter account and claim ownership of “a lot real estate” in Drummond’s head with a photo of himself pushing a wheelbarrow of bricks (“And I’m on my way to...