Leo sank back into his chair, the blue light of the screen washing over him. The stream ended, replaced by a silent screen and a single ad for a sports betting app. He’d watched the whole battle from a thousand miles away, through a patchwork of links and luck.
He closed the tab, the silence of the room returning. It wasn't the stadium, and it wasn't a 70-inch plasma, but for three hours, Strikeout had been the best seat in the house. Leo sank back into his chair, the blue
The digital clock on Leo’s bedside table glowed 8:08 PM. Outside, the Florida humidity was thick, but inside, the air was electric with the hum of a cooling fan and the anticipation of kickoff. Tonight was the big one: the Tampa Bay Buccaneers taking on the Baltimore Ravens. He closed the tab, the silence of the room returning
The gray loading circle spun. For a second, the screen went black. Leo held his breath. Then, like a transmission from deep space, the feed flickered to life. Outside, the Florida humidity was thick, but inside,
He was back just in time to see the cannon fire on the pirate ship. The Bucs had scored.