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8:59 PM. The "Live" button appeared. He held his breath and clicked.
He dove into a Reddit thread, his fingers flying. “Links are down everywhere. The league finally nuked the servers,” one user posted. “Try the Albanian stream!” another suggested.
Marcus sat back in the dark, the blue light of the error message reflecting in his eyes. He looked at his wings. He looked at his jersey. Then, he picked up his phone and did the unthinkable.
Marcus clicked the Albanian link. A grainy, pixelated image appeared. It was upside down, the commentary was in a language that sounded like a blender full of marbles, and the lag was so bad the players looked like 8-bit ghosts. But it was basketball.
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.