The grainy feed sputtered to life. The TD Garden crowd looked like a collection of moving Legos, and the commentary was in a language Marcus didn't recognize, but the green and wine-colored jerseys were unmistakable.
The blue glow of the monitor was the only light in Marcus’s apartment. On the screen, the tab title read: The grainy feed sputtered to life
It was the fourth quarter. The Cavs were up by two. Donovan Mitchell was dancing at the top of the key, his jersey shimmering through the digital artifacts of a 480p stream. On the other end, Jayson Tatum was calling for the ball, his movements slightly blurred by a three-second lag. The grainy feed sputtered to life