Let's Watch the Toronto Raptors Get Drunk Celebrating Their First NBA Title to Help This All Sink In
Forgive me, I have been up all night screaming and chest bumping strangers at Yonge-Dundas Square. It’s hard to write anything without sounding inebriated. (I assure you, I am only drunk on joy). All I can say is that after years of heartbreak and little-brother syndrome and being blatantly ignored by the NBA-talking head-industrial complex, WE ARE HERE. And for the first time in history, WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS. We don’t need to get your attention. We already have