Leon looked at the remote. The real game—Suns vs. Aviators—was probably going into overtime right now. His friends were posting about it. His fantasy team needed him to see if Kevin Durant’s ankle was fine.
“Show me the 1971 Finals,” he said aloud. “The one where West and Baylor both dropped 40 in the same game, but the tape was ‘lost.’”
Leon refreshed. Then refreshed again. He closed the app, reopened it, even restarted his router—a desperate, ceremonial dance of the modern fan. Nothing. Just that sterile, bureaucratic little sentence staring back at him.