Seriously? A Blaring Horn?!
Let’s just take a moment, shall we? Eighteen minutes! EIGHTEEN MINUTES of our precious basketball-watching time stolen by…a blaring horn. Because apparently, thats how we spend our evenings now. Forget high-flying dunks, forget nail-biting finishes, forget any semblance of professional sports entertainment – instead, we’re treated to a malfunctioning scoreboard and an auditory assault courtesy of a power surge.
Honestly, is this what weve come to? I paid good money (or streamed with questionable legality) to witness athletic prowess, not a light show gone horribly wrong accompanied by the sonic equivalent of nails on a chalkboard. The Detroit Pistons and Cleveland Cavaliers – two teams desperately needing momentum – are now inextricably linked in history as the stars of The Horn Incident.
It’s just…peak modern life, isnt it? Everything reliant on fragile technology that inevitably fails at the most inopportune moments. A horn! Who even needs a blaring horn attached to an overhead scoreboard? Is this some new form of performance art I haven’t been briefed on? Did someone in stadium management think it would be “fun”?
Im sure there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation involving complex electrical systems and preventative maintenance schedules. But right now, all I hear is the echoing shriek of frustration. Eighteen minutes. They could have at least played some decent music.
