The joke that most Sixers players are pretty anonymous is a tired one, but when it comes to T.J. McConnell, it’s fairly accurate.He’s only 6’2″, he’s got the haircut of your typical South Philly lifer, and he can get a little bit of chin stubble if he tries. In other words, he doesn’t look like a professional athlete. So it’s only a little surprising that he had to pay a $10 cover after a Sixers game because he couldn’t prove he was at the game with a ticket stub:

T.J. McConnell had just finished a recent game with the Philadelphia 76ers when he and his father, a few family members and some friends decided to visit an establishment within walking distance of Wells Fargo Center. T.J. was first to the door when a worker announced there was a $10 cover charge, but free admittance with a 76ers ticket stub. “He played,” said Tim McConnell, pointing at his son. The worker still wanted $10. “No, you don’t understand. He played in the game,” Tim McConnell tried to reason. No matter. It was $10.

I really want to know how many idiots tried to use the “but I’m on the Sixers” excuse to get out of a $10 cover. I’m sure the bouncer has heard that before.

The Pittsburgh Post-Gazette’s Mike White also describes McConnell’s experience making the NBA but playing for a 10-win team pretty succinctly: “It’s like eating lobster dipped in vinegar.” White’s article itself is better than whatever self-serving nonsense Hayes or Smallwood writes up on a daily basis. Reading that garbage is like smelling a shit dipped in burnt hair.