If you are reading this blog, it means that once again we have been duped. I woke up this morning to find civilization continuing and all of my court filings and exam grades still due. I was counting on the apocalypse and frankly I will never trust an ancient Mayan again. I was a bit suspicious when they failed to foresee their own destruction in the 9th Century.
We came to Chicago for the end of times and, as a back-up plan, Christmas. We made it without hitting Blizzard Draco. THe kids were excited about encountering the Slytherin storm. We made it in eleven hours from Virginia — not bad given a truck accident on I-70 that blocked us for a while.
Of course, experts have long stressed that the Mayans did not actually predict the end of the Earth. That did not stop thousands of people building underground bunkers or fly to remote spots around the Earth. It does appear that there is a certain fraction of humanity that does not just believe in the end of times but actually longs for it. This must be another bad day but I am sure that an apocalyptic date will appear soon. Indeed, I am convinced that the Mayans did foresee the end of civilization and that the dates on the calendar do correspond remarkably to the losses of the Chicago Bears — the team widely accepted as God’s team. That would make this Sunday’s game not just key for the team to have a chance for the payoffs but possibly the future of our species. Indeed, if you look closely the Mayan above bears passing resemblance to Lovie Smith in a helmet. For all of us, I can only say “Go Bears.”