Let me make a bold admission first: I have not watched one single second of the ongoing Eastern Conference Final series involving the Boston Celtics and Cleveland Cavaliers. My reasons for this are numerous — who has that kind of time? who cares about either of these teams? have you seen the weather recently? etc. — but the primary cause is simply a matter of self-care.
Just thinking about that series now, today, with the Celtics up 2-0 on the Cavaliers, is a source of great pain, producing within me a surge of anguish that crystallizes into single, cogent point: hoo boy, the Raptors really blew it, didn’t they?