I dropped into my friend Sohail's place after work and gym to pick up some DVDs.
"Hey, the Raptors game is on in a few minutes." He told me as I hunted around his movie collection for few to borrow. "Want to catch the first half with me? My roommate made Manchurian chicken."
"OK," I wasn't really into basketball but the bribery of food wasn't to be ignored. "Sure."
So in a few minutes we were tucking into some delicious Manchurian chicken (and naan bread - weird combo), when there was a knock on the door.
It was his girlfriend, paying him a surprise visit. I guess I would have to leave earlier than planned.
"Um," I asked Sohail as he got back and she went to freshen up. "Are we the team in white or blue?"
Uh oh. Never ask a basketball fanatic a stupid question.
"You!" Sohail literally got up and admonished me with a pointed finger. "You don't deserve to be called a Torontonian. And you call yourself up-to-date with current news! Man, Toronto is Canada's team! We are white and red, not BLUE! Don't tell me you don't know that Vince Carter has also left Toronto years ago?"
"No." I shook my head, not really caring. The Manchurian chicken was good.
"Why, ANYone who doesn't know ANYthing about Raptors is pretty much out of touch, living in a bubble and should move out of Toronto." Sohail declared, oblivious to reality now. "Even my girlfriend knows more basketball than you."
"Sure," The girlfriend, who had just chosen this moment to enter the room, replied. "What's there not to know?"
She plopped down on the sofa, took a look at the TV and then turned to Sohail, puzzled.
"Hey Sohail, where's Vince Carter?"