It still feels like a crazy dream you dream only when walking outside on a sunny day with no worries on the mind. Those kind of times where you know it will never happen in your life-time, so it is reason to just dream it to happen without any known consequence. But as Kyle Lowry stole the ball and soul of the Milwaukee Bucks on Saturday night May 25th, he fed the ball on the break to Kawhi Leonard who quietly but with ferocious intent decided to rip the soul apart. It was the cherry on top of an momentous 4th quarter Raptors run that saw them erase a 15 point deficit mostly with Kawhi Leonard on the bench. The second unit of Fred Van-Vleet, Norman Powell carried the way as the Raptors dug themselves out of a giant hole heading into the later stages of game six. Then Kawhi Leonard ended the Bucks in devastating fashion.
Admist all of this chaos and noise vibrating both in and out of the Scotiabank Arena, there was 26 year old me who is close to experiencing a feeling that is both new and mind-numbing. The Toronto Raptors were seconds away from going to the NBA Finals, the pinnacle of the sport, and a ticket to where only the best of the best can say they have been. Fans were going insane as the streets of Toronto were lit up, and Jurassic Park was turned into a Dance Dance Revolution party. I cried and yelled like I just won the damn lottery all the while banging my hands on the bar-front till they bled Raptors red. Right after hugging every member of the band that had the “daunting” task of keeping everyone in party mode the next bar over, I cried some more because why not.
But some miles and miles away through bodies of relief and finality that took place, there was another Raptors fan who deserves as much of this goodness as I do. She has been a supporter through the years, and has developed an all around love for the NBA. That woman is my mom who has and still is a supporter of the dinos through thick and thin, and has been alongside me for some good and some godawful moments. But what happens this Thursday night at 9pm-as we surround the tv with chicken burgers and (maybe) some beers to boot- will be a feeling that is new to both of us, a new feeling to her that I want to experience with her through it all.
She started her fandom along the times of when Vince Carter called his travel agent, as she hated him with a respected passion for leaving this team high and dry. She would tell me how co-workers of her would keep saying how they to had a bad taste in their mouth, and her classic line of calling a player gross whenever she felt they did something awful felt right then.
My Mom was there during the Chris Bosh area where the sliver of change and hope, -before the same but different thing happened when Bosh left for Miami- would result in a crashing defeat in the hands of Jason Kidd, and Vince Carter of the rival New Jersey Nets. She knows like a lot of Raptors fans know within those formal years, that any kind of constant success would be almost impossible for this franchise. But she still had some hope, and whenever I told her some reality she said I never believed.
Fast Forward to the time of the trade that we all heard and know of, when the Toronto Raptors shook the state of the franchise by dealing long-time Raptor Demar Derozan to the San Antonio Spurs for Kawhi Leonard. She was quite upset that the team gave up on Demar after the previous playoffs didn’t go their way, she is a person of loyalty and she felt the team didn’t show trust by dealing one of the franchise best. Demar was one of her favorites (she would say her boys) so it took a lot of time and convincing on my part that Kawhi is the real deal despite the injury history. My mom didn’t watch all those games all those years with Demar just to see it flushed away, but you give her enough reasons and maybe some luck from a couple bounces off a rim, and she reminds you of the kind of fan she is.
My Mom is a rabid fan of the Raptors and the NBA like all of us, she will clap, jump, scream, and sometimes look away but with the same love and support as someone who keeps watching. She knows that 20 point leads are nothing these days, like all of us know, and she knows that whatever happens that she will still support those players dear to her. When Delon Wright was dealt to the Memphis Grizzles, it felt like it sucked hard because Delon was her favorite. She was there when Delon was a 905 call up on his first game, she asked me about him with a sense of intriguing and interest, and I told her that he’d be a real fun and unique player. Momma knew right then and there she would be a big fan of him, wherever he went.
The NBA Finals tip off this Thursday night at 9pm across a global stage. I will be at home-a new setting for game ones this playoffs for me- and I will be right there with my “sports mom” fan as we watch a new chapter unfold in this wacky team’s story. If the Raptors can pull this off and win the damn thing, if they can sum up almost 25 years worth of some ups with a lot of downs with a title win, my mom will cry and so will I. I know what it means to the city if the Raptors win, she will know what it means to me if the Raptors in, and maybe more importantly I will know what it means to here if the Raptors win, because she sees completion and a feeling of winning known only to few. She loves this Raptors franchise almost as close to loving her kids and gin and tonics, and she loves it when people she cares about are happy and see a golden ticket and the end of an unbelievable journey. So Raptors lets do this together and win for the city, for me and most importantly, my mom because she deserves a god damn parade down Yonge just like everybody else.