The Best and Worst of Times: Imhotep’s RJ Smith and Philly’s Basketball Crossroads

PHILADELPHIA, PA – In sports, the 2023–2025 era will long be remembered as a time of extremes for Philadelphia. On one hand, the Phillies and the Eagles have been among the most dominant teams in Major League Baseball and the National Football League, respectively.  They have provided their diehard fans with winning seasons, playoff runs and championship aspirations. On the other hand, the Sixers’ disturbingly rapid descent into irrelevance has been as baffling as it has been swift, and collegiate basketball in the City of Brotherly Love has entered an unthinkable drought: no NCAA Tournament appearances from its six Division I programs for two consecutive seasons.

Da fuck is going on? I don’t trust the process… AT ALL!

Philadelphia is paying Joel Embid and Paul George, combined, over $116,000,000.00 per year to appear on podcasts and play basketball once in a while… Quintessential Nut Shit!!

This is a city where basketball isn’t just a game—it’s a way of life. From the hallowed grounds of the Palestra to playgrounds in Cobbs Creek, Da Bottom, Da “P” and up Norf, Philly has long been a hoops haven. Yet, our professional and college teams haven’t been shit since we were all wearing masks, getting injected with various vaccines and sitting through 6 or 7 zooms per day.

College Hoops: A Forgotten Tradition

Real shit… We have one guy trying mightily to hold it down for Philly. Villanova’s Eric Dixon shines as the lone star in a Big 5 constellation dimmed beyond recognition, the city’s college basketball faithful are left to reminisce about March Madness as though it were a relic of a bygone era. Where’s this era’s Gola, Rodgers, Macon, Rose, Nelson, West and Garland?

The decline of collegiate basketball in Philadelphia is astonishing. Once-proud programs that defined the city’s identity—Villanova, Temple, La Salle, Saint Joseph’s, Penn, and Drexel—now play in the shadow of their storied pasts. Villanova, the jewel of the Big 5, has been unable to maintain the dominance it enjoyed under Hall of Fame Coach Jay Wright. As I have noted elsewhere, “that bitch ain’t bad no mo’…” Although she did put on some yoga pants for a couple hours last night and looked “ahhhhiiiight” against Cincinnati. We have to wait and see if she can keep it together.

The other programs have simply failed to rise to the occasion. Today, Dixon carries Villanova as a headliner like Gladys Knight while the rest of the Big 5 plays supporting roles—background singers, like the “Pips”, to his solo act. 

The energy of March, once electric in Philly, now dissipates as local teams fail to punch their ticket to the NCAA Tournament. I guess we should all appreciate the fact that the local programs are still in the running for “at-large” bids in the College Insider Tournament (CIT) and the College Basketball Invitational (CBI). Be on the lookout for the “fish fry” in March at Lionel Simmons’ Bar to pay for the team charter buses. The absence of postseason relevance has left a void for Philly hoopheads  longing for competitive, high-quality basketball.

The Scholastic Silver Lining

Yet, amid the gloom, the vibrancy of Philadelphia’s scholastic basketball scene offers a glimmer of hope. Tonight, I ventured to St. Joseph’s Prep to watch the Hawks host Imhotep Charter, a perennial powerhouse. The game was a revelation, a reminder that while professional and collegiate hoops in Philly languishes, the high school circuit remains as competitive and thrilling as ever.

St. Joe’s Prep fielded an impressive roster featuring Dayton commit Jaron McKie and Florida Gulf Coast-bound Jordan Ellerbee. Sophomore Mekhi Robertson, a top-50 national recruit, and senior point guard Olin Chamberlain, an Ivy/Patriot League prospect. Imhotep, as usual, was fuckin’ loaded: Zion Green, a 6’8” sophomore wing ranked 17th nationally; juniors Zaahir Muhammad-Gray and Latief Lorenzano-White; and senior wing Carnell Henderson, are all Division I-caliber players.

But the night belonged to the newly crowned “Big Dawg” among Philly Guards, Imhotep’s RJ Smith.

RJ Smith: Seated in the Philly Guard Throne

Smith, a 5’9” junior guard, embodies everything a “Philly guard” represents. Undeterred by his slight frame, Smith dominates games with his toughness, sharp basketball IQ, and unyielding determination. Time and again, he bullies bigger, stronger, and more athletic opponents, asserting control on both ends of the floor.

Defensively, Smith is a force in Imhotep’s relentless full-court press, where his tenacity and instincts for creating turnovers are nothing short of spectacular. Offensively, his ability to break down defenses is equally impressive. Whether pushing the pace in transition or orchestrating in a half-court set, Smith’s versatility shines.

Last season, Smith played Robin to UConn freshman Ahmad Nowell’s Batman. Nowell was the undisputed leader of Imhotep’s powerhouse program and clearly occupied the throne as the top Philly high school guard. But with Nowell’s departure, Smith has stepped seamlessly into the role of team leader. There is no doubt: this is now Smith’s team… and his throne…

Smith is not a traditional pass-first point guard of yesteryear. Instead, he mirrors the style of players like Isiah Thomas—capable of scoring at will while also being an adept distributor. His strengths are multifaceted: quickness, fearlessness, and a deep understanding of the game. As a defender, he excels at pressuring ball handlers and racking up steals, often setting the tone for Imhotep’s aggressive style of play. On offense, he thrives in transition, penetrates the lane with ease, and is a lethal shooter from well beyond the three-point arc.

While Smith’s skill set already places him among the elite at the high school level, his potential for growth is clear. In college, he could evolve into a more traditional point guard, balancing his knack for scoring with the demands of a floor general. For now, his dominance in high school basketball and his ability to overcome physical disadvantages with sheer grit and intelligence make him a quintessential Philly guard—and a joy to watch.

The “Philly Guard” Mystique

A “Philly guard” is more than just a basketball player. The term carries with it decades of tradition and a style that is unmistakably Philadelphia: gritty, crafty, and unapologetically confident. Philly guards are two-way players, as skilled on defense as they are on offense, and they play with an edge that reflects the city’s tough, blue-collar ethos.

Legends like John Chaney, Guy Rodgers, Andre McCarter, Pooh Richardson, Dawn Staley, Collin Gillespie and Kyle Lowry have defined the archetype. RJ Smith now stands in their shadow, a young player stepping into a rich lineage of excellence. His game is a nod to the past but also a bridge to the future of Philly basketball.

A Tale of Two Basketball Cities

The juxtaposition of Philadelphia’s scholastic and professional basketball worlds could not be starker. As the Sixers spiral into chaos, weighed down by an exorbitant payroll and a seemingly rudderless front office, and as college basketball flounders, the high school scene pulses with life. It’s a cruel irony that while the city’s professional and collegiate teams struggle, its high schools continue to produce some of the most exciting basketball talent in the nation.

RJ Smith’s emergence as the next great Philly guard underscores this dynamic. He represents hope for the future—a reminder of what Philly basketball can be when it is at its best.

Ten years from now, we’ll look back on this era with mixed emotions. The Phillies and Eagles gave us joy and pride. The Sixers and the city’s college programs brought frustration and bewilderment. And on high school courts across the city, the next generation of stars reminded us that, even in the worst of times, Philly basketball is never truly down for the count.

College coaches constantly call in search of a “Philly Guard.” Well, we have one that is pretty special. Ideally, Smith will land with a program that has familiarity and experience with smaller guards. He can compete in the MEAC, NEC, AmEast, MAAC and CAA for sure. Some A10 and American Conference programs will likely become intrigued when they actually lay eyes on him.

For now, though, Smith’s performances remind fans why the “Philly guard” is such a revered archetype in basketball—a gritty, intelligent, and unrelenting player who never shies away from the moment. He is, simply put, a joy to watch and a testament to Philadelphia’s rich basketball heritage. Looks like Smith will be sitting on the Philly Guard throne for next two years… Enjoying his reign… Unless, young Mr. Sutton from Broad and Vine has some other ideas.

Tribulations of a Basketball Junkie: Martin L. King Let Me Down!

I confess… I am an addict… I am a degenerate basketball junkie…

I drive all over the Greater Philadelphia Region and beyond in search of my fix…

I NEED to see good competitive, well played basketball games! My addiction is full blown!

In just the past couple of weeks, I’ve been to Baltimore, Bensalem, Bryn Mawr, Malvern, Souderton, 54th and City Ave., 33rd and Walnut and tonight Solly Ave in Northeast Philadelphia chasing… I’ve seen Division 1, Division 2, Division 3, JUCO and high school contests.

All in search of a really good fuckin’ basketball game. Sometimes I come across that good, good…

For example, last Thursday, I watched Martin L. King take mighty Imhotep, ranked 6th in the nation, to the brink of defeat. It was really, really UGLY, but it was GOOD… In a hard fought defeat, King controlled the game throughout much of the first three quarters before falling 53-49 in overtime. Photo below (PennLive/Daniel Gallen)

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That game was full of missed shots, fouls, turnovers… It more closely resembled a bare-knuckle backyard brawl than a basketball game. Shit… I kept waiting to see Kimbo Slice emerge from the King huddle and check in the game. Even though he never appeared, I got my fix… I did witness Wil McNair, standing 6’10” and weighing about 250 lbs team with 6’6” 225 lb Elijah Kiah-El to meet Imhotep’s extraordinary athletes at the rim time after time. Repeatedly, Donta Scott, Dave Beatty and Koby Thomas tried to go over and through the King bigs. Over and over, they were turned away, shots rejected. Repeatedly, they regrouped, reloaded and came back to challenge the big boys somewhere near or over the rim.

This was “good basketball”… Not pretty, not elegant, not fluid… But good…

In the end, Imhotep’s lightning quick superstar Daron “Fatts” Russell was able to impose himself on the less experienced King guards and will Imhotep to the Public League title. Fatts is dat dude! The Pub’s best player on the best team got it done. Nonetheless, I was impressed with King’s performance and their effort.

For a few days, at least, my urges were satiated…

However, the monkey soon reappeared on my back… I was unable to resist the pull of the Palestra, the Catholic League Championship was calling me…

“Gonna be some GOOD basketball” (photo by Zamani Feelings)

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The matchup featured the Philly player having the greatest high school career, Quade Green, going against the player having the greatest high school season, Collin Gillespie. Had to be there..

We all know how that ended… Green and Neumann-Goretti jumped out early and took control of the game. He was able to impose his will and Wood was down 13 at the half, with Gilllespie limited to a mere 2 points… Things looked bleak…

Truth be told… an informal survey among several media members (Randy Miller, Amauro Austin and myself) at halftime gave Wood less than a snowball’s chance in hell to comeback and win… But…

Collin Gillespie is a BAD MUTHAFUCKA!

He finished with 24 points and Wood wins going away.

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This set up what seemed to be an intriguing matchup tonight. Big, bruising, intimidating, aggressive Martin L. King versus the Wood basketball orchestra conducted by Maestro Gillespie.

Now… we all know junkies don’t think straight… Why should I be any different?

Listen to this dumb shit…

I told several of my friends, I think Martin L. King might be able to win. After playing to a full house of 9,000+ in the majestic Palestra, the tiny gym on Solly Ave. couldn’t be an exciting venue. After defeating Neuman-Goretti, Quade Green and Carl Arrigale for the second time this season, Wood had to ripe for a let down. Right? McNair and Kiah-El would be problematic for the competitive, determined and rail thin Seth Pickney. Right?

I envisioned a scenario where the bigger, stronger King players would impose themselves on Wood and cause the symphony to miss a few notes for a change. No way Wood would be able just pick apart Sean Colson’s staunch defense. After all, King just hit mighty Imhotep with body blows, upper cuts and right crosses for four full quarters before finally yielding in overtime.

King’s toughness would be problematic for Wood’s precision… Right?

Fuuuuuuuuuuck no!

How bad was the beat down? Let me try to explain… Let’s put it in a comparative context…

Those of you of a certain age might remember the “body bag game” between the Philadelphia Eagles and Washington Redskins 27 years ago. The score that Monday Night was 28-14. A defeat for sure, but nothing epic is reflected in that score. To get a true sense of the magnitude of that particular beat down, one has examine the injury report.

Buddy Ryan’s defense knocked NINE (9) Redskins out of the game with injuries… Nine players left the game and did not return… Simply stated, it was a complete ASS Whuppin…

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I really hadn’t thought about that game until riding home from the Wood-MLK game trying to think of an adequate comparison for what I just watched. How do I convey the extent to which the Catholic League champ crushed the soul of one of the Public League powers?

There I sat, in the balcony with bleachers at full capacity… Good thing the Fire Marshall’s kid wasn’t playing… eagerly anticipating a “good game”…

I was ready…

I needed my fix… I needed a good, competitive and hard-fought basketball game…

Man… Let me tell you… King let me down… Right out the gate…

After 3 minutes of play, the score was Wood 16 – Martin L. King 2.

From there, shit went downhill.

The maestro was in his bag…. Weaving in an out of the King defense, Gillespie dribbled effortlessly right around the King bigs until he located one of his snipers standing, feet set, elbows cocked and ready to rain 3’s.

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The net was barely moving. One after the other, Cerruti, Pickron and Funk hit the back of rim and the ball fell straight down. You could see it developing, Gillespie created space… off a screen, crossover or an in and out dribble absconded his defender… on the loose, he came straight at the King bigs, head up, surveying the entire court… As soon as defenders committed he made a no look and extremely accurate skip pass to Cerruti, Pickron or Funk… for 3…. Splash!

After 4 minutes of play, Wood 21, MLK 6…

It’s worth noting, the Wood wings weren’t the only ones having fun… Seth Pickney and Julius Phillips caught the occasional Wood miss and slammed the ball back through the rim with tremendous force. Hanging on the rim, like second graders discovering monkey bars for the first time, they severely tested the springs in the breakaway mechanism.

With 38 seconds left in the 1st half, Wood 43, MLK 24…

I’m almost ashamed to admit I couldn’t shake my junkie tendencies… I kept hoping and believing the King team I watched against Imhotep would somehow make an appearance. I waited for a run… I pleaded for several consecutive stops on the defensive end… I wanted to see some “good basketball!”

I was trippin’…

With 4:08 left in the game, Wood 81, MLK 43…

Alas, I had to deal with the fact that I wouldn’t get my fix tonight… I had to face facts… King let me down…

No good basketball on Solly Ave… Just a good ol’ fashioned “Ass Whuppin”…

Yo… What time Booty play Quade tomorrow?

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