In late June this past summer, my girlfriend and I were headed to an Arkells concert, a rite of passage for twenty-somethings in Southern Ontario. The concert was in Toronto, at Budweiser Stage, merely nine days after the Raptors won their first NBA Championship. The city had not yet returned to equilibrium.
Knowing that Arkells are big fans of Canada’s team, I felt certain of one thing:
“They’re going to do something cool for the Raptors.”
Those were the words that I repeated, first to my girlfriend, then eventually, after a few patio drinks, to anyone who would listen.