Through 15 home games, the team was averaging 18,267 fans per contest -- good enough for 10th in the league (and not bad, considering the team's woeful record). Yes, those are tickets paid, not tickets redeemed -- but one team official told us that 16,000 or 17,000 people are still showing up.
He noted that, at a recent contest at Minnesota, meanwhile, you could have carried on a conversation by bellowing from one side of the stadium's upper deck to another; Minny is only drawing 14,552 fans per game (and, remember, those are tickets paid).
So why do this? Ben Shapiro, the team's vice president of ticket and premium sales, said it was an opportunity, given the "state of the economy to give everybody a chance to come, get away from their stresses, and enjoy Warriors basketball."
Well, okay then. No disrespect to Shapiro, but being a Warriors fan is hardly a stress-free proposition. When your humble narrator thinks of all the ways this team has delivered pain to its fan base since the 1980s -- Robert Parrish and Kevin McHale for Joe Barry Carrol; Chris Washburn; Billy Owens; Chris Webber; Tom Gugliotta; Latrell Sprewell; Todd Fuller; owner from Hell Chris Cohan appearing in a television commercial in which he dared the Lord to strike him dead -- oh God, I've got to stop now; I'm going to have nightmares.
Anyhow, for eight bucks, all this can be yours. It's a great time out!