His father adjusted his glasses, reading the words Houston Texans vs. TBD . He looked at the date, then at Leo. The old man didn't say anything at first, but his grip on the paper tightened, crinkling the edges of the high-res barcode.

He didn't wait. He drove straight to his father’s house, found him in the garage tinkering with a lawnmower, and handed him a printed piece of paper.

Finally, the map of NRG Stadium bloomed across his screen in a sea of red and blue dots. He clicked a pair in Section 105—prime viewing for a touchdown celebration. Someone else grabbed these seats.