Like many red-blooded Americans, I spent my Sunday afternoon watching Andy Dalton certify himself as the best worst starting quarterback in the NFL. Amidst the bevy of moments where Dalton did what Dalton does (interceptions, fumbles, red hair) - and Philip River's timeless bolo tie - I tuned out, instead opting to focus on a particularly intense QuizUp match up I was engaged in (untouchable in Logos, btw.) Despite my typically laser-like focus on such stimulating ventures, my eyes and brain were torn away from my iPhone screen by a delicate, slightly off-pitch voice angelically humming a song in my…