Tonight’s marquee matchup between the New York Knicks and the Houston Rockets is streaming exclusively on Peacock. I do not have Peacock. I asked the void of the internet if anyone would DM me their login credentials. The void responded with a targeted ad for a weighted anxiety blanket.
The Walls Are Closing In
This is how they get you. First, they take away the cable package. Then they put the playoffs on a premium tier. Now I am staring at a paywall that costs $5.99 a month, and I have to decide if watching Jalen Brunson shoot free throws is worth sacrificing my weekly budget for off-brand Doritos.
Ultimate Rejection
I texted my mother to see if she had an account. She left me on read. My own mother will not share her streaming credentials with me so I can watch a Tuesday night NBA game. I have never felt more profoundly alone than I do right now, staring at the NBC peacock logo.
