Walking into Scotiabank Arena has a level of quiet gravitas to it, that is, until the game starts. There’s nothing like the rising anticipation of a three-pointer late in the fourth quarter and the exaltation of the crowd as the ball swishes through net. The feeling you get as fans around you cheer and high-five is intoxicating when you’re surrounded by supporters of your team.
Then there are those who take the fandom on the road. In a different city or country, Toronto fans walk into the belly of the beast and the comforts of home melt away.