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.

8:59 PM. The "Live" button appeared. He held his breath and clicked.

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.

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.

"They win," he sighed, reaching for his credit card. "The 404 finally got me." AI responses may include mistakes. Learn more

He opened the NBA app and looked at the "League Pass" pricing page.