It's Sunday night, and the Lake Forest Buffalo Wild Wings is packed with people who are barely old enough to drink. Their eyes, many of them behind thick-rimmed glasses, are fixated intently on the TV screens, on which their favorite players are vying in tests of skill. As the competition hits its climax, the volume follows, culminating in a concession from the loser, a celebration from the winner and bedlam from the crowd. Missing are the groans of disappointment and defeat;... More >>>