Toronto Ontario — The year was 2019 and the arena was packed. The Toronto Raptors were a team that was contending for a championship and one cartwheel could get twenty thousand people on their feet screaming. That was the life of the Raptor, the mascot for Toronto’s NBA franchise. The dinosaur lives off the energy of fans so by most standards it was a good time to be alive, the best time to be alive. Flash forward to 2021, we are approaching the third wave of a pandemic, the Raptors have no home and they are beginning to become extinct in the playoff race. It should come as no surprise that The Raptor has entered therapy to help deal with this massive fall from grace in just a little over one season.
Did anyone bother asking how he was handling this? Would it have been too hard for us to jump up on our chair and make a ‘raise the roof gesture’ for our dinosaur friend? Now he’s stuck in a room with a therapist who has no idea how to cheer this guy up because he already knows all the tricks. The doctor can’t dunk off of a trampoline to brighten his day because her office is too small. She can’t get the wave started because social gathering limits 2 people in her office. The only thing left to do is if you see him walking down the street, give him some words of encouragement and let him know this will one day all be over. And change. Spare him some change.