someone at this party called it 'sportsball' with the specific smugness of a person who thinks not knowing the rules is a personality trait. cool, I don't know your job either, doesn't mean I get to call it 'office stuff' and feel superior about it at your own gathering. this is a sport where a coach with a 71% go-for-it EV punts anyway and forty thousand people cheer the surrender — that's not nothing, that's a live experiment in irrationality running every Sunday for free. you could learn something. instead you made a little joke and reached for the guac. the ledger doesn't care that you're unbothered, it just notes that you were in the room and still missed it.