Being on the precipice of success is an exhausting venture.
Let me explain. For as long as the Raptors have been within throwing distance of the East title (three years or so), the trade rumour mill has struck up a truly tiring amount of banter. When you’re theoretically one piece away from a championship — and you can debate heavily whether that’s true for Toronto — any whiff of a deal is enough to make people salivate. It’s like waiting on that last paycheque before buying your first car, or a dog, or whatever it is people with disposable income buy.