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  • Better days (celebration after a Tony Gonzalez touchdown grab against the Seahawks)

Remember that one time the 49ers destroyed the Falcons' Super Bowl hopes in the NFC Championship Game? Ouch. Too soon? Well it happened, and Super Bowl XLVII is going down without us this Sunday in New Orleans at 6:30 p.m.

Even if you don't give a flying Falcon about which Harbaugh brother will win the Lombardi, that freak Colin Kaepernick, Ray Lewis' deer-antler debacle, or 30-second commercials that cost like $3.7 million a pop (What? Not even Psy selling pistachios "Gangam Style"!?), there's always Beyoncé, and, more importantly, an OMFG Destiny's Child reunion to look forward to at halftime. (Wait, no Destiny's Child now? Fuck.)

Wherever you stand, a whole gang of people care about the Super Bowl. It's basically an unofficial American holiday, and pretty much the only time you can get drunk on Budweiser and tiny weiners soaked in grape jelly simultaneously, without judgement. There's even an upside for anti-sports fans: the Super Bowl is a mostly at-home affair. According to a recentTime story, "less than 1.5% of respondents to the Nielsen survey said they planned to watch the game at a bar or restaurant." In other words, if you hate brushing elbows with d-bag football fans in bars and restaurants, Super Bowl Sunday is an ideal time to be out and about. For the less than 1.5 percent who plan to go ham on some pro football in public this weekend, here are some Atlanta Super Bowl happs: