Have you ever laid on a blanket on a patch of soggy grass somewhere, or sat on an uncomfortable lawn chair in some brown ballpark outfield on a sweltering July evening impatiently waiting for a fireworks show that is bound to disappoint to begin? Why do we do this? Instead of sitting at our temperature controlled house enjoying an ice cold beverage and listening to Willie Nelson’s Stardust, we choose to go sweat in the humid summer air to watch something we have seen a thousand times before, which will inevitably be roughly as satisfying as a meal at Applebee’s.