There was a day, many years ago, when arenas allowed for silence.A moment to consider existence, our utter meaninglessness in the vastness of this universe, interrupted occasionally by a polka played on the organ or a lone plastic horn.There were no big screens, no video replays, no music, just you and your thoughts.

Those intermittent moments are no longer. Trivia games are played at every turn, music blared, T-shirts shot into the crowd.And I no longer have the time to think about which might be better.