“Anything to do with the Patriots would be a sure fire winner. The only thing better would probably be meeting Tom Brady,” Lincoln replied, looking at Sam in mild awe. The fact that she had gotten tickets, good tickets, was ridiculous. He was probably going to have to beg, borrow, plead, and maybe steal to get himself tickets to go with Roosevelt. He wouldn’t care if he even was a third wheel with him and Sam. “Which reminds me I have to do something for yours, so just figure out something you’d like and I’ll make you something up.”