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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 .

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. NBA Streams | Error 404

He clicked the first link. A flurry of pop-ups exploded across his screen: "Congratulation! You are the 1,000,000th visitor!" and "Hot local single-digit scorers in your area!" He swiped them away with the precision of a digital ninja. Marcus didn't have cable

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. Marcus leaned in, his nose inches from the screen

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.

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.