Superbowl Sunday - what a bust

Well, this is the first Superbowl that I have missed in 20-ish years. But I could tell by the silence that nothing happened.

See, I've been watching it all of these years, but for a different reason. Some people watch it for the commercials, which I also do enjoy seeing. Some people are big sports fans and love the game - I somewhat enjoy the game, sometimes. But for me, I watch it every year for the same reason that I watch the Olympics. And pretty much the same reason I watch parades, inaugurations, or any other world-wide event that gathers huge crowds and huge TV audiences. Aliens.

See, if they wanted to land and not have to hunt down every human one by one and tell them that they are here and that everything is going to be fine now that our Space Brothers have returned, that would too long so they would have a better way. A more logical and efficient means to this spreading this information is to do it where and when all of the humans have focused their attention. So I watch these human events with a passive eye, hoping that each new event will final result in the Big Reveal.

Back when I used to listen to Art Bell every night for almost a decade, I realized something. I asked myself, "If aliens landed while Art was off the air and I was asleep, how would I find out? What would be different?" I came to believe that I would wake up to a new world, but one probably in chaos. So, if I woke up to silence rather than the sounds of people screaming in the streets, then another non-alien night had passed. The same thing happened this past weekend, based on the absence of sound only.

The Edward

PS I hope this finally explains why, after all of these years, I still do not know the rules of football...