‘Buffalo won thanks to some very exciting plays. Plays that I saw. In person. With my very own eyes. And then again, probably four or five times each, replayed on the Humongotron scoreboard at the stadium. Driving home, I rehashed the very exciting plays with my brother-in-law and a couple of buddies, while simultaneously switching back and forth between two radio stations airing game audio of the very exciting plays. When I got home, I dashed pell-mell to the TV, because, naturally, I had recorded the entire game. Yes, the game that I just saw in person. This enabled me to watch all the very exciting plays again. Not to mention the replays of those very exciting plays. By this point, I’d seen the very exciting plays so many times that I could pretty much pantomime the actions of every player on the field during each of the very exciting plays, as well as the reactions of the coaches and the maniacal hysteria of the leather-lunged, beer-swilling, body-painted fans.’