Last year’s Super Bowl XLV between the Green Bay Packers and Pittsburgh Steelers brought in an average audience of 111 million U.S. viewers—that’s just over 30 million more viewers than the last episode of Cheers, a show that, aside from being loved by my mom, had early-90s Seinfeld as a lead-in and revolved around the life and times of Ted Danson, a bar full of drunkards, and mugs of beer. The Super Bowl often brings in the largest TV audience of the year and is built for rowdy viewing parties and the consumption of delicious, terrible-for-you food. For those who could give a shit about football, the overblown mess of television features celebs “caught on camera” pretending to enjoy football, nachos, and light beer; reanimated corpses of pop and rock ‘n’ roll legends playing the halftime show; and a slew of (wannabe) edgy and innovative commercials. (I have no shame in admitting that I was addicted to Crystal Pepsi in my younger years thanks to a mix of perfectly timed advertising and Van Halen’s “Right Now.”) In short, the game ain’t just for run-of-the-mill Monday-morning quarterbacks.