Sunday, while a Mike Scott Hive’s worth of fans piled out of the Wells Fargo Center, I found myself surveying their facial expressions, their shoulders, and listening to what they were saying. As they passed me by — their faces emanating a resilient energy, their shoulders held high (or at least not drooping), and their words resounding from wall-to-wall — I became increasingly encouraged.
“Close ‘em out in six,” I heard one fan sporting a red Jimmy Butler jersey bark.
“Kawhi can pack his bags for Cali, he’s not staying in Toronto after we knock him out,” another fan rocking a high fade that would make J.