As part of a regular series in this anniversary year, Raptors.com writers are meandering down memory lane. Join them as we celebrate 25 years of Raptors basketball.
I was 15 years old when a dread-headed Chris Bosh sealed my fate forever with a silky step-back jumper.
Sure, I’d watched the Toronto Raptors long before that moment changed my life. My first recollection of the team is from a random visit to my grandmother’s, in which a game just happened to be playing soundlessly on her large, clunky television. Vince Carter must have been in purple and black at the time, though I remember not much more than snippets of being fascinated by the high pace of the action.