By The Wildcard

 

Fare thee well, NBA League Pass

Thou and I were so briefly the best of friends

Whilst thou was free and chargeless

But alas the time does fly

And thus now you and I

Must make our mournful parting

 

Do you remember, NBA League Pass

How we would traverse through time and space?

Our friendship knew no bounds

One minute at Madison Square Garden, NY

The next at the Staples Centre, CA

A world of basketball was at our whim and mercy

 

Our time was not long, NBA League Pass

Yet I regret not a second

Of our seven days together

 

Oh, League Pass, you did not forsake me

We knew from the start

That this was only temporary

That it could not last

Beyond the promotional period

You were only, after all

A Free Trial

 

You gave me live matches and highlights

At the click of a finger

Kobe and Dwight, Dirk and Melo, LeBron and Pau

And for this I am forever grateful

 

But despite what we had

I just cannot bring myself

To pay good goddamn money

To watch something

That I can get for free

In a slightly worse version

I mean, if you think I’m paying

Three hundred bucks or whatever

Just so that I can have better quality video

Than friggin’ SportsBoxTV.co.ph or

FreeSportsOnline.co.gr

Which all that means is that my laptop

Will probably lag more

And crash more

Or so that I can watch the Mavs and the Cavs

On a split screen so small

That you can’t make out either scoreboard

Let alone how much bandwidth

The whole thing takes up

When it’s not like we don’t get

A few games on ESPN every week too

Then you can go prey on some other sucker

No sir, you ain’t getting my money

Greedy sons of…