Given his druthers, Dwane Casey would look down the Raptors’ bench each night and be able to summon a second unit chock full of seasoned veterans, the kind of old heads that make good teams great and give coaches a measure of confidence.
But these are imperfect times and coaches don’t always get what they want. Casey has to hold his breath, check his blood pressure and run out a young group full of vim and vigour and woefully short on NBA experience.
“I don’t know what other choice he has now, right?” Fred VanVleet so succinctly put it Wednesday afternoon.