But something's wrong. Time was when Dream drove ticket sales by his lonesome. These Rockets aren't our Rockets yet. They're just a bunch of guys wearing Rockets uniforms and, in a couple cases, sullen countenances. Fan perception appears to be, correctly or incorrectly, that most of them are merely passing through, collecting giant paychecks but laying down only the shallowest of local roots.
Infatuation can take hold quickly with the right kind of results.
With plenty of good seats available, there's no urgency to hoard them in advance. It speaks well, I suppose, of our discriminating tastes. If the Rockets aren't nervous, they should be.