I Remember: My Toronto Raptors Story

Peter Forte
6 min readMay 26, 2019

I remember the beginning.

I was young, but I remember.

I remember being drawn to the striped orange ball, before knowing what it was going to mean.

I remember dribbling alone in the driveway, while the scraping of hockey sticks on asphalt echoed elsewhere.

I remember Damon Stoudamire, the Mighty Mouse, the Rookie of The Year.

I remember going to Raptorball camp at the downtown Y and high-fiving Doug Christie.

I remember when I didn’t care about winning, because all that mattered was that I had a team of my own.

Then I remember the 1998 draft.

I remember when things changed.

I remember when a hockey city evolved

I remember watching a man not just change a culture, but create one.

I remember seeing less kickball at recess, and more Bump — less ball hockey on Sundays, and more Around The World.

I remember what Vince Carter started for my city and my sport.

I remember the first time we got swept, and not feeling sad because I believed this was the start of something special.

I remember Alvin Williams reaffirming that belief by sealing our first playoff series win a year later.

I remember Vince versus A.I.

I remember when a 50-point performance was an expectation, not an exception.

I remember Game 7.

I remember running outside during the final timeout to yell at my sister down the street to come inside because Vince was about to do it.

Then I remember crying when he didn’t.

I remember being betrayed

I remember drafting a skinny guy out of Georgia Tech who could help my hero find his magic again.

But then I remember my hero quitting on us.

And I remember my hero becoming a villain.

I remember when promising turned to middling, and middling turned to obsolescence.

Peter Forte

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