The sound in the building as the ball floated over to an open Fred VanVleet was specific: It wasn’t worry or dread, but eager anticipation, like the engines firing before the rocket takes off. VanVleet was cutting hard to the corner with Toronto down three in the final 90 seconds of the first Raptors game of the season, on an ankle he had sprained earlier in the game by stepping on a cameraman’s leg. Toronto was down three. The ball wasn’t in his hands yet, and the crowd was fully prepared for the shot to drop. So, unsurprisingly, was VanVleet .