The Raptors have just one game left in the regular season, and it is mercifully free from any supercharged over-arching narrative. A Tuesday night game against the Minnesota Timberwolves, one of the bottom ten most boring teams in the league, doesn’t move the needle much for anyone — especially not now that Maple Jordan himself, Andrew Wiggins, has turned into something of a pumpkin.
Yes, there was once a time, six years ago, when logic dictated the Raptors should tank, destroy the whole team, scorch the earth, and try again. They would start by getting so bad they’d have the best chance in the world of drafting the next Canadian NBA superstar, Wiggins.