This isn't about last night's score
Die hard hipsters fear not, the image above may be of a professional basketball game but I have little desire to tell you about how the Raptors earned each of their fans in attendance a slice of pizza by scoring 100 points.
In hindsight, to frame my story correctly I should have taken a picture of the stands.
Why the stands?
Because in those seats were representatives from the different communities that make up our city. Classify Raptors fans by race, religion or language. It really doesn't matter because boo-ing the ref is a universal sound that transcends every imaginable border.
From my section the boos rained down heavily from two young men dressed in blazers and yarmulkas to my left and a Sikh fellow to my right who couldn't believe the game was going into overtime.
Now forgive my shortsightedness when I say jeering an old man with a whistle can do wonders in bringing people together. This team, more than any other in the city, manages to do that for every home game.
I'm starting to think that all of the city's problems can be solved with a game of 3-on-3 on a halfcourt.
Don't like the idea of Lakeshore subway? Lace up the pair of Air Jordans sitting in the back of your closet and bring your A-game.
Tired of hearing Pitfield say we're one step away from implosion? Drive down the lane and deliver a tomahawk jam on her and her platform. I believe the proper hoop slang would be, In her face!
If sport can create more inclusion than City Hall's best laid out plans in unifying the city settling things on the court is just fine with me.
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