The Shot had (finally) fallen and Toronto, Canada and the basketball world at large was collectively losing its mind. My phone lit up, almost instantly.
That’s not uncommon. When what would turn out to be the second-most joyous moment in Raptors history took place, we all reached for our phones, millions of people around the world connecting with each other to celebrate a miracle.
What was uncommon was that the first text that showed up on my phone was from my sister.
Nancy never got into basketball. I think back to when my brother and I figuratively joined hands and dove face-first into the vortex of Michael Jordan and the Chicago Bulls in the ’90s.