There’s nothing like a Toronto Raptors Game 1 to ignite a city-wide bout of The Feelings. Tuesday’s overtime loss to the Cavs, which probably should have been a win, was an absolute wind-knocker; three days of Raptors gassing, bullish Vegas odds-makers and resounding expert proclamations that this was finally the Toronto’s year to dispose of the Cavs along with their own personal baggage, all blown away by a strange, unlikely, yet oddly reminiscent cannonball shot to the spleen.
Everything went right for 40-something minutes, with the inverse poking through as a 10-point Raptors lead dwindled and Biyomboan bunnies refused to just go in the fucking basket.