There are few things that bring people together like the Super Bowl. I watched the 57th annual occurrence of this gladiatorial championship draw to its epic conclusion at a friend’s house in Poughkeepsie. After the dust had settled and the last piece of red confetti spun slowly to the ground, what I came away thinking about wasn’t the physical prowess of the larger-than-life athletes or the physics-defying antics of Kansas City Chiefs demigod/quarterback, Patrick Mahomes. What left an indelible impression—between mouthfuls of high-end appetizers—was the Big Game’s seemingly unskippable filler, which now goes for a cool $7 million for just…
