Fall Full Blood Moon
Appropriate that this Vikings-Packer game will be played under a full blood moon. If one could, in some fantastic realm, collate all the words written and spoken, each image reproduced either moving or still that focused on just this game, you would have a tome and a webpage of impenetrable length and size, compared, that is, to the time an individual would take to parse it all.
Then place the weight of this event, referred to by an announcer tonight as the “first time in the history of the world,” against the weight of the slightest child in Darfur, the gradual build up of gases in the atmosphere, the plight of any American citizen without health insurance and the game deflates to the size, perhaps, of a football. Which is where it belongs.
All that said, I will be on the couch watching it and not out stopping starvation in Bangladesh, working on the Sierra Club’s upcoming legislative priorities or pressing my congress people for a decent deal on health care. No, I will take part in an even more ancient human activity, competition between rival clans, competition engaged by the healthiest and the stoutest of each side. Tonight it will be the Cheesehead versus the Viking. In all fairness, now, in a battle between a piece of cheese and a valiant Scandinavian pillager, who would you picke?
