"The sandwich hung for a moment over a wall of cameramen in the post-game locker-room chaos.

"Amir!" DeMar DeRozan, the Raptors swingman, had hollered a moment earlier, projecting across a crowded locker room. "Give me a tuna, special delivery."

And Amir Johnson, who'd been standing within reach of a selection of bagged sandwiches laid out on a table, had happily grabbed the grub, sized up the logistics, and let fly with his teammate's order. DeRozan, seeing Johnson's alley-oop was doomed to fall a couple feet short of its intended target, didn't even bother trying to catch it. The sandwich hung, and then the sandwich sunk. Media types made way as it landed with an unappetizing splat next to a pile of sweaty socks and used ankle tape. "