As I sat there after game 3 watching videos and memes trickle in, I stopped caring about granularly analyzing what went wrong in this game and in this playoff run as a whole. I watched Dwane Casey aimlessly talk about how the Raptors have to play for pride in game 4 and not get swept on their home court. It all felt so utterly meaningless. You spend an entire season talking about challenging for a title, how a ring is the ultimate goal, and in less than a week, all you’re left playing for is your ego.
The Hardest Part is Letting Go
