So word on the street is that there’s a big bowl of American football happening this Sunday, February 2nd. For many, this marks the annual pinnacle of a feverish and righteous American tradition. For some, this year’s game denotes the ten-year anniversary of a cultural milestone. But for all of us, this is yet another reason to start drinking before noon. But giant TVs and a huge couch are luxuries usually reserved for suburbanites and the extremely wealthy. So what’s a girl living in a cramped railroad to do? Hit up these bars and hunker down to watch the Seahawks trample the Broncos (!!!!) and, I guess, horses and puppies being friends. Game starts at 6:30, but, obviously, you should be really drunk and full of chicken wings long before then.