That’s according to the New York Post, which has noticed an uptick in these sports themed lounge/clubs. And by “has noticed” I mean, “were told about.” By PR people.

Stop by Bounce Sporting Club on any given Sunday and you’ll likely find a bunch of guys hanging out, eating duck confit sliders and ordering Grey Goose by the bottle. Look closer, past the DJ booth and the girls in heels, and you’ll see this is no night at the Roxbury — it’s football day, and the fans are there to watch. This is Sports Bar 2.0, a place where colorful cocktails and 10-spice, twice-fried Korean chicken have replaced cheap beer and 10-cent wings.

Well that all sounds horrible, Korean fried chicken notwithstanding.

On Sundays at the Ainsworth, it’s a nonstop halftime show under the chandeliers — when game sound is replaced by a thumping DJ.

Holy crap, they found something worse than Jim Mora Jr.

An absence of game sound is a hallmark of the new breed of sports bar — and a boon to many patrons, about half of whom are women (with or without dates).

Because girls don’t like football, duh. Turn on the Kardashians!

That’s part of the appeal for Kirsten Bohme, 27, a marketing coordinator for Diane von Furstenberg who recently sipped on a Red Bull and vodka at the Fulton. Though she doesn’t exactly dislike football, she admits she’s more into “the good vibe and the great music.”

Then why the f*ck are you at a sports bar at one in the afternoon on a Sunday? This is what I get for clicking a link to the New York Post. They make it seem like the two choices in sports bars are this or a frat house that only serves Bud Light and reheated chicken wings. If you’re in New York and you want to watch football, just go to a normal sports bar like Legends. Want something fancier than beer? That’s why we have whiskey.

And, if you were wondering who the Lord and Maker is, it’s yours truly. I’m so fucking smart I can create matter simply by concentrating.

KSK Errs Near As Often As The August NYT: Often days like this are referred to as “Bukkake Days”, assuming the word bukkake means any sort of group activity. But it does not. Bukkake strictly means group ejaculation on someone buried neck-up in sand. It’s a very narrow definition. TMQ does not like straying outside of boundaries. It is unhealthy. We must follow them or risk being forever a lost generation.

Why O Why Are You Swearing?: TMQ has noticed an incredible amount of profanity on this website. TMQ appreciates that comedy is hard, largely because TMQ wouldn’t know funny from a raccoon’s asshole. But swearing is the lazy man’s way of getting a cheap, easy laugh. Surely, the comedy stylings of Bill Engvall have taught us swearing needn’t be necessary?

I’m Not a Creepy Old Man Because I’m Christian And A Deep Thinker: Today’s cheerbabes are Nikki, Jenny, and Charlotte. Because I only masturbate to partially clothed women instead of fully nude women, I can retain my moral superiority over all of you.

Happy Birthday, KSK. If you stay out past midnight, you’re contributing to the decay of society. There’s no need to assist the Jews in our eventual downfall.