As the confetti came streaming down and a group of die-hard Raptors fans chanted and sung at Oracle Arena, the TV began to cut to the seemingly never-ending series of Jurassic Parks scattered around Canada (59 in total plus Rockford!).
In each locale, hundreds, or thousands, or sometimes tens-of-thousands of Raptor fans had gathered to support the nation’s basketball team, and they were losing their collective shit.
It was an awesome moment. I’m not embarrassed to say it brought a tear to my eye to think of how many people were feeling the sort of screaming catharsis that really is reserved for winning championships, or wars.