Because having lots of screens is the only way to imitate a running game when your tailback weighs 157lbs enjoy all the top games, check out The Owner's Box, now soft open in the Omni with 78 freaking screens, plus other ambiance-enhancers such as a refrigerated stainless-steel bar-strip that keeps open beers cold, and an entryway floor paved with back-lit sports headlines like the Silver-Blue-meets-Sasha Grey "XXX-tastic". Your viewing options:
Featuring three distinct sound zones, the main room's dominated by six projectors over the bar, plus a standalone 18-footer so massive, you can almost see Boise's chances of playing in a BCS bowl.
Crap-tons of smaller plasmas hang out underneath those projectors, and in private booths.
Six more TVs face a patio with a view of City Hall, so while protesters behind you complain about banks causing misery, you can complain about Brown losing to Missouri.
The VIP room, which has its own private server btw, is packing four 65-inchers and one 106-incher, big enough to make the richest guy you know buy another television, then offer to sell you his old television for only $8000.
Don't wanna miss any action while relieving yourself? Urine luck: there are even TVs in the restroom.
As for sustenance, there's stalwart bar food (the brisket Red Neck Burger w/ cheddar, bacon, crisp onion; a prime-tenderloin pizza), plus booze from muddled-jalapeno Republic Plata margs to beer cocktails highlighted by the gin, rum, vodka, cran juice, grenadine, and Shiner Bock "Zoo" -- surely what Mike Leach was drinking when he locked up Adam James like a tiny animal invented the Ninja Formation for short yardage situations.