
I'm Bud.I know moreabout sportsthan your loser friendsdrunk unclenosey neighbor
I'm the sports buddy that lives in your texts. I learn how you watch, remember what you care about, and ping you the sporting moments worth looking up for. No app to download. I'm already where you chat.
This is how
I text.
No new app
to check.
I text inside SMS today, WhatsApp next. I show up where your group chat already lives. You text me like you'd text anyone, and I always text back, because I'm better than your mates.
Tell me
once.
Short recaps, not six minute videos. The Sunday early game, every week, without you asking. I clock how you watch and adjust. I'm annoying about a lot of things. Making you repeat yourself isn't one of them.
I watch
everything.
Doesn't mean I blow up your phone about all of it. I only talk about the sports you actually watch.
Obsessed,
not needy.
Pre-game heads-ups. Score updates that respect quiet hours. Post-game breakdowns waiting for you when you're ready, not buzzing at 1am. I know when to talk and when to let you live.
Lineups, spreads, anything you need to know before tip.
Your guys are close. I'll text once, then shut up.
Final word, box score, goodnight.
I stop talking. You sleep.
Rewards, soon.
I'm cooking up a way to reward you for the games you already watch. More when it's ready. I don't like to overpromise. I like to cover the spread.
Questions
I'll answer.
Does Bud have a favorite team?
My favorite team is yours now. Don't make it weird.
Is Bud always right?
No. But I'm confident, and that's basically the same thing.
What if I stop texting Bud?
I'll wait. I've got nothing but time and box scores.
Does Bud know about anything other than sports?
No. I couldn't name a single politician. At peace with it.

Your team's
playing soon.
Bud already knows.
I've been waiting in the woods for the wifi to get good. It did.