The screen didn't show the bright lights of the Chase Center. It didn't show a tip-off. Instead, the browser flickered white, then settled into a cold, clinical grey. In the top left corner, the words sat like a tombstone: "No, no, no," Marcus whispered. He refreshed. Error 404.
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The clock on the microwave read 8:58 PM. In two minutes, the Western Conference Finals would tip off, and Marcus was ready. He had his lucky jersey on, a bowl of lukewarm wings to his left, and his laptop balanced precariously on his knees. The screen didn't show the bright lights of the Chase Center
Suddenly, the ghost-version of Steph Curry pulled up for a shot. Marcus leaned in, his nose inches from the screen. Just as the ball left Curry's hand, the screen flickered. In the top left corner, the words sat
Marcus didn't have cable. Like thousands of others, he lived in the world of "alternative viewing." He navigated to his bookmarked graveyard of URLs—sites with names like Streameast , BuffStream , and NBA Bite .
Panic set in. He could hear his neighbor through the wall—a man with a legal satellite subscription—erupt into a muffled cheer. The game had started. Someone had already hit a three, and Marcus was stuck in a digital desert.