Thank God for League Pass. As a Spurs fan living outside the San Antonio television market, these are words I never thought I’d hear myself type. For $199 a season, my typical LP experience is an unholy mixture of buffering, blackouts, hacked accounts and two hour hold times on calls to whatever overworked and underfunded office the NBA tasks with “customer service”. (I imagine a department consisting of a single septuagenarian in a Dave DeBusschere Knicks jersey yelling into a rotary phone while Simon and Garfunkel play ‘The Sounds of Silence’ in the background on a scratchy LP.
Don’t call the Spurs athletic
