An NBA arena, in the middle of a game. But instead of players, playing basketball, there are two people fucking at midcourt. There's no crowd. Just two people fucking at midcourt for two and a half hours, while photographers on the baseline take pictures, cameramen shoot the event, a truck outside edits the footage together, ushers keep one eye on the stands, eight announcers, four radio guys, two, per team, and four television guys, two per team clue the audience in to the subtleties of the action, and the PA plays a steady stream of jock-jam inanities and birthday announcements.
DISCUSSION QUESTIONS FOR YOUR BOOK CLUB:
Could a team owner make this happen?
Has a team owner made this happen?
Aside from Prokhorov?