There’s nothing like going to a bar with friends, kicking back with some wings, and watching the big game on Championship Sunday. The big game I’m talking about has no burly Americans or bone-crushing hits, but it does involve skinny Korean dudes and their ridiculously nimble fingers. It’s not football. It’s StarCraft. And it’s coming to a bar near you.

Perhaps you’ve heard about “StarCraft.” Your geekier friends are obsessed with it, leading you to think it’s some sort of designer drug making the rounds—just like “WarCraft” turned out to be some sort of cocaine.