We went out with the Alaska Wymans to Dave & Busters in Anchorage, which my son assured me had something for everyone because it had lots of video games, a sports bar, and a restaurant with a good menu.
Apparently, I don't fit into the category of "everybody." It caused me to adjust my personal vision of Hell, which now reads as "Having to accompany competing borderline females and their ill-controlled children to Dave & Buster's." I found a spot on a back wall where I could see the many TV screens showing precisely two sporting events, without discerning what any of the narration was. I watched one woman with a Brazilian flag next to her name - Rodriguez, I think - defeat an American woman named Michelle in UFC. Then there was a boxing match I actually did develop some interest in, as the crowd was getting very excited by the Mexican named Canelo and he was fighting a gypsy from the UK named Saunders. I could tell he was a gypsy because of the Roma flag.
Then they put a lot of belts on the Canelo, which means he must have owned them already and been the champion, and we went home. I feel like I understood exactly as much as I needed to without hearing a word or following up with the sports news. I am still not watching anything, only what I pick up accidentally by listening to other things. It's working out just fine.