Raptors fans, buckle up because last night’s game was a tough pill to swallow. I can’t help but feel a stark contrast to the joy I experienced with last year’s team. Instead of witnessing a cohesive unit, it felt like I was watching a flock of sheep donning lion masks. The lack of chemistry was glaring, defensive matchups were a disaster, and the reluctance to take charge, especially when Scottie has demonstrated the capability, was infuriating.
Let’s be clear, this isn’t an isolated issue with one player; it’s systemic. It’s high time to hit the reset button and start afresh. The disheartening reality is that we seem to be regressing into a season reminiscent of our darkest days. We’re out there playing a version of basketball that can only be described as positionless, with players seemingly clueless about their roles and how to execute them. It’s mind-boggling that individuals earning hefty paychecks can be so passive on the court.
If this were a conventional workplace, and in essence, it is a professional setting, stern warnings about the need for heightened production and focus would be in order. We’d be talking about potential changes in staff to shake things up. It’s like seeing a cut that needs immediate attention before it festers into an infection.
I get that this might sound raw, but as a devoted fan, I can’t hide my disappointment. I’m reaching a point where I’d rather go back to watching CJ Miles throwing bricks or DeMarre Carroll struggling but still hustling because, at least, they showed effort. Tonight, facing the Suns, are we in for a spanking? It’s highly probable, although we tend to elevate our game against tougher opponents. Perhaps this is the moment when the guys will finally show up.
But let’s be real, it might be time to embrace the tank. Bobby Webster, your time might be up, and maybe it’s time to trade the whole roster, with the exception of Scottie, who should permanently assume the role of the second option. Let’s not even mention Max; his unwillingness to take over and be ‘the guy’ is getting old.
As frustrated as I am, I can’t help but rally the cry—LET’S GO RAPTORS!? Yet, it’s becoming increasingly tempting to say, save your breath.