With all the crises going on today in this crazy, mixed-up world, a man sometimes wonders why he doesn't just quit his job and live his dream of becoming a national shark rodeo champion.
There's the mortgage crisis, the economic crisis, the crisis in the Middle East. The impending food and water crises. Humanitarian crises across the globe, particularly in Africa. Mass layoffs, ice storms, climate change - you name it, it's in trouble.
Our home – Earth – is in grave danger.
And now, just in time for the sacred national holiday the No Fun League graciously allows us to call Super Sunday, a chicken wing crisis.
Clearly, our day devoted to the worship of lite beer, overeating and the violent ballet that is the gridiron will not be the same. Indeed, it may never be the same again. At least, I suppose, the Big Game will meet its doom while playing host to Sen. John "Death Proof" McCain's embarrassing Arizona Cardinals and the eternally annoying Pittsburgh Steelers.
This never would have happened if Tom Brady were still alive.
Hearing all this talk 'crisis' at every turn - even from Neil deGrasse Tyson, vis-à-vis a potential Deep Impact scenario - got me thinking.
What would happen if a real crisis - the proverbial doomsday scenario - actually went down? How would we react?
Would we be overcome by our most base survival instincts, discarding our morality and social mores in favor of a live-action Lord of the Flies-style grand finale? Or would we - at least some of us - band together and fight to the end, maintaining to the last that which makes us human?
The evidence, I realize, seems to point to the former. I think the picture of the Terrible Towel guy tells us all we need to know about human nature.
But you know what? I want to believe we're better than that. Yes, perhaps that's only because I turned the channel to Rocky IV this weekend just in time to see the immortal "If I can change, and you can change ..." speech. And yes, maybe I do harbor dreams of leading a utopian, post-apocalyptic society, which will require survivors of the finest ilk to realize.
I guess we'll just have to wait for Super Sunday to find out the answer to the most difficult equation since the one Matt Damon's character solved while mopping floors at MIT:
Mass quantities of alcohol + chicken wing shortage * most boring Super Bowl in recent memory = ____________
Until then, godspeed.
dk
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