Being a fan is dumb. It's in the damned definition of the word.
Going to Big Game in Palo Alto is such a commitment. That's true almost no matter where you live, but I happen to live in Sacramento, which means you're facing a minimum of four hours of driving that will inevitably turn into five or six or more hours because of traffic, both on freeways and around Stanford Stadium. You might get stuck in an eucalyptus grove for an hour, or get lost in the dark trying to find your car.
Then there's the money.