Joy to the world. But mostly to us.
For the Rapture: End of times, end of flops.
Because good things — great, fantastical things — might indeed happen in this city.
Done with defeatism, even if defeated. Done with pining. Done with hearts crushed on the anvil of sports.
The Toronto Raptors have washed all of that away, cleansed the bad memories. That was so at tip-off of Game 5 of the NBA Finals on Monday night, and would remain so regardless of the outcome, concluded with finality or extended in exquisite anticipation.