I want to start off with a little scenario.
It’s the NBA playoffs. Your favourite team has made the conference finals for the first time in many years. You invite all of your friends and family over, because big games make for the greatest nights.
The pre-game show is on, you can smell the meat coming off the barbecue, the conversation is flowing, but you’re still missing that one key ingredient.
You turn to your left and a large two-litre bottle of Sprite is sitting there, lid off, calling your name. You head for it, and begin to pour yourself a glass, awaiting the crispness to burn your throat off.