When you're severely sleep-deprived as I am this evening, a sports bar is bound to be overwhelming, especially a chain like Buffalo Wild Wings. But if that's the price I have to pay to watch my bears struggle mightily in Corvallis while also monitoring the long program in men's Olympic figure skating, I'll pay it. And I feel this way even though the night is liable to hurl me into an abyss of sports melancholy. It's better than sitting alone in my hotel room. Plus, I get to see periodic updates from the Match Play at Dove Mountain assuring that I will not suffer from succulent withdrawal in these northerly climes.So what if my brain turns into thrice-fried beans?