That’s the only word to describe how I feel. Maybe it’s because I’m half Irish/half Welsh but happiness is something that always alluded me. In my opinion happiness is the Irish equivalent of the Lochness Monster. It’s been almost 24 hours and I’m still speechless.

The Raptors are easily the one team I’ve followed the most throughout my life. I remember being at football practice when our defensive coordinator told us he had tickets to see the Raps vs. Nets and we all told him to boo the shit out of Vince. Clearly that didn’t matter. Fuck, I remember being in grade 4 (?) and one time contributor Pork Rinder telling me about Vince going to the opposing teams huddle. This is in the midst of a ball hockey game no less. I remember blowing our 1st overall pick on a guy that only the Knicks would trade for (not good). The point is, being a Raptors fan has been easily the hardest part in my life and my ex-step dad once kicked me through a table.

Anyone who reads this blog sans the 5 plus over 50 folks,,, who read this blog, have never seen a Toronto championship. Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit we haven’t even seen a team make the finals. I’m pretty sure I’ve stated on this blog or at least NorthRowSports (R.I.P) that the Raptors wouldn’t make the finals until we drafted either LBJ JR or Zaire Wade but goddamn am I happy to be wrong.

Also, for the many who wondered where my ESPY nominated Raptors coverage has been, the answer is simple. We are suppose to make the Eastern Conference Finals. I’m not gonna write about what should be. If I did that I’d have to blog about democracy and any reader of this blog knows, I thrive off tyranny.

At the end of the day this was a shitty blog but FUCK IT BABY we’re going to the fucking finals.

Ball don’t lie.

Raps in 8

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