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The Pistons blew out the Sixers last night 98-81, putting Philadelphia at the brink of elimination. But, the big story from the game was Samuel Dalembert’s new coif. Sammy shaved a fresh mohawk before Tuesday’s game, with the initials “SD” on the side. “SD” stands for “Samuel Dalembert” and “strong defense” according to Sixers play-by-play man Marc Zumoff. Sammy’s nemesis Rasheed Wallace went for 19 points, 6 boards and 6 blocks, so Dalembert might just want stick to telling us it's his namesake.

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Every weekday of December (except for December 25, that is), Phillyist will be counting down to 2008 with our highlights from the past year and our predictions for the next. If you have a list you'd like to submit, let us know!

You gotta wonder about Penn students (and alums too, as it turns out): they shoot up terrorists, steal panties, and now apparently they adopt other people’s identities and swindle them out of loads of cash. To be fair though, Drexel does share some part of the latter, seeing as one of the accused is still a student there. You all know what we’re talking about right? Because it’s in the friggin international news! So Philly...

This week's quote comes from the movie A Christmas Story, and is likely repeated in the play, opening next week at The Players Club of Swarthmore. It's what pretty much everybody tells Ralphie whenever he mentions that he wants a BB gun for Christmas. Now, on with the listings! A Christmas Carol - Marley was dead, to begin with. November 30-December 30. Tickets online. A Christmas Story - Now, about that BB gun... November 23-December...

The Red Sox has permeated nearly every facet of Bostonist's lives. When they're not live-blogging the games, waxing poetic about the games, thanking Curt Schilling for his splendid work, or telling Dane Cook to watch his hair, they're watching certain presidential candidates hop on the Red Sox bandwagon (sorry, Gothamist). The Sox are so branded on the local brain that people are using the Series to spice up their sex lives. Speaking of spice, Bostonist is really sick of that taco promo. And, while they're proud of John Williams, Bostonist is still trying to figure out Williams' "Very Special Arrangement" of the "Star Spangled Banner."

For thirty-five minutes, I sat on a loveseat in the dressing room of Ciaran McFeely, who performs under the moniker Simple Kid, and simply shot the proverbial shit. With legs crossed and hair hanging in his face, he thoroughly answered any query that I spewed his way. Follow-up questions were unnecessary; everything was answered.

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This morning began like any other morning. There I was on the R6 coming into the city, following my usual routine: laughing at the oodles of amateur-hour typos in the Inquirer and occasionally looking up from this revelry to try and mind meld an attractive woman into sitting next to me. The bottom line is I'm married, but given the choice between being smushed up against the wall of the car by a beautiful female with a designer scent and a 300-pound behemoth who smells of rotten cheese, I will take the pleasing perfume every time. Unbelievably, on this dreary Friday morning, my technique worked. As a beautiful brunette with hair pulled into a bun, very trendy turtle-shell eyeglasses and tasteful business dress settled in aside me, I looked forward to a very enjoyable commute. Of course, things never seem to be this simple when your luck is as bad as mine.

To the many, many people I saw at Warped Tour:

Musicians Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova

It’s finally over with. The Phillies have lost their 10,000th game. That being said, and accepted, it barely matters to the realist who watched the Phillies get hammered by a score of 10-2, thereby losing a game to the Mets and the Braves in the NL East standings. At least they didn’t really tease us into thinking they could win the game. The Phillies have long had the most losses of any sports franchise in...

Since spring training, it’s been the same story for the Phillies – they hit the snot out of the ball, but have huge question marks in the bullpen. Flash forward half a season and the same problem still exists. They're an average team that makes three-run leads in the seventh inning nerve-wracking. In the latest episode of late-inning drama, Geoff Geary has been so bad lately he's shaved his goatee and cut his hair in hopes that he'll get out of his recent funk.

Happy Father's Day! For those of you who have dads, are dads, or know dads, this one's for you, from all of us at the Gothamist network.

A Quirky Column about Dog Walking Adventures in the City of Dog-Owning Love

Having grown up Catholic, this Phillyist's early experience with bingo (besides the dog song, of course) consisted of the school gym being converted every other Wednesday afternoon into a downmarket The Price Is Right (if The Price Is Right had legions of older folk sitting at long folding tables littered with markers, enough bingo cards to paper said tables, and ashtrays. And if Bob Barker was a priest). It was not really appealing so much as darkly fascinating, but still none of us sat around dreaming of the day when we'd have markers of our own.

Comedian Paul Mecurio

I’ve always liked the music from .

We all know where the quote comes from, and with a show going up that's centered around music of the Vietnam era, it seemed appropriate enough. Now, on with the listings!

See that thing? Over there to the left? That’s a Seawolf. The fish. It’s not Sea Wolf (myspace). The band. Oddly, it is the only one with a Wikipedia page. Perhaps the Seawolf has more adoring fans than Sea Wolf? Judging from the crowd at the Trocadero on Monday night, though, I beg to differ. The Troc was approximately two-thirds to three-fourths full by the time Sea Wolf finished plucking their various strings (and consistently half-full the entire show).

Phillyist loves Restaurant Week. Like, a lot. (Seriously, that was only the first three links that came up when searching for "Restaurant Week" in the Phillyist archives.) Unfortunately, Restaurant Week only happens twice a year. And it's not actually a full week when it does happen.

The nicer the weather gets, the busier we get across the Ist-A-Verse. But we like being busy. Here's a peek at what we've been up to since last week!

Last night we had a last-minute opportunity to see Joss Stone at the Electric Factory. Hmm, we thought, get serenaded by a soul singer or spend some quality time with the TiVo? We opted for song instead of sitcom.

Saturday night: Deerhunter at Johnny Brenda’s. It was dark, and we were puzzled. Never have we seen a stage so dimly lit. We wondered why. An added aspect of mystery? An act of kindness to all of the dilated pupils in the room? Then, from the center of the darkness, came a huge wall of sound that almost knocked us on our ass. We were glad we didn’t partake before this show, because had we been anything less than sober, we would’ve puked. It was that insane.

Usually, you think of writers as people who write, um, books and stuff. The things they write are meant to be read, not performed. Right?

: No future screenings scheduled

Films: Dead Daughters, Trigger Man, Severance, The Burglar, Ten Canoes