We’re not going to fully recap the Super Bowl and all of its flashing lights and fireworks. You and 200-some million of your closest friends saw it. In an era of micro cultures and niche pockets of every part of life, football unites the United States like just about nothing else.

So you witnessed the nearly four-hour advertisement for capitalism. You watched the NFL wrap itself in an American flag and toast to this country. You saw advertisements from seemingly every beer brand, Pepsi and Dunkin’ Donuts, celebrities starring when the athletes took a break. Your breath was taken away in good ways and bad, with never-ending controversies concerning whether he caught that, the league oddly opting to play on an ice rink and a maybe-game-deciding errant flag.

And, right: You saw a brilliant game that lived up to the hype.

Super Bowl LVII encapsulated what the sport means and signifies to the world — a cultural touchstone in which values are laundered through a game — and to its biggest fans. The Chiefs escaped Glendale, Ariz., with a thrilling, comeback, 38-35 victory over the Eagles in a game that featured a wondrous display of modern offenses and a universal frustration with modern referees. Because on the NFL’s holiest holiday, of course some poor officiating was going to crash the party.